I feel like I've finally got myself in a decent groove (again) with exercise. My goal is to run/jog 3 miles every other day. To my runner friends this sounds like a drop in the bucket. To non runner friends it could sound like a lot. But a year into this routine it's feeling about right.
Two months ago or so a friend suggested that she and I train for a half marathon and I agreed. I got excited about it and started a training regimen. I got up to about a 8.5 mile run and then she got injured and dropped from the race. I hadn't actually paid the fees yet so I just dropped out too. I was feeling a bit bad about not acheiving that goal but then this week hit with work being kind of overwhelming and the idea of a long training run just didn't sound fun. Even the longer regular runs (typically 4 miles rather than 3) sounded unpleasant. So I skipped running for a few days and was quickly in danger of skipping a few more. Then a few more. And then not running at all (can you tell I've done this before?)
So tonight I baked up the last of the cookie dough in my fridge (it's a very good idea to keep cookie dough in one's fridge) and I told myself I couldn't eat a cookie unless I at least went for a walk.
Three miles. Done.
Three cookies. Eaten.
Here's to sticking with what works (the three miles every other day thing not the cookie eating thing. Although cookies are really good. use Ina Garten's chocolate chip cookie recipe and you won't be disappointed).