My wife enjoys these stories…mostly because they come at my expense.
This morning’s run was tough…15 min easy run to warm up (ok, that not so much), then in zones 3-4 needed to do 5 x 45 sec full out…well close too it. The first four were ok; and by ok I mean, I was sucking wind. I jogged 2 minutes between each to bring my HR down. Then on the fifth one, I hit 30 seconds. Like I said…it was tough. Again I was sucking wind and realized that and my pants were falling off. No really, my ass was out for the world to see! I’m pretty sure I mooned the lady walking her dog. Hope she enjoyed the show lol! I couldn’t get them retied…I’ve found with these pants that the drawstring slips when you pull it too tight. And since I’ve lost weight since buying them, I cinch them tighter…the drawstring didn’t like that. And well, I think it’s time to buy new pants.
So I ran home, the last 18 minutes of the workout with one hand holding up my pants…yeah, it was a fantastic sight I must say.
Despite the wardrobe malfunction…I think I did ok. I was intimidated a little, not sure I could do it. I tried talking myself up…didn’t help so much. Then I realized I was starting to beat myself up…that I couldn’t do it, I shouldn’t try, and that I was a big fat piece of crap…I got pissed. I decided I was going to show myself I could do it. And well, I guess I did it.
While it helped going negative, it motivated me but I don’t want to do that all the time. I’m making progress…I’m not the same guy I was 16 weeks ago. I’ve made changes and they are sticking. I can do it…and will. I guess I just need to prove it to myself some more. Eff you negative Dan…you’re going down.
More later after I get the girls to bed! Kick ass today people!
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