So last Monday I “ran” 3.39 miles and met my goal of “running” 100 miles this summer.
Well, then, I fell off the wagon. Wait–that isn’t quite descriptive enough.
I successfully completed a full Gaynor-pike position-with a triple twist dive off the wagon.
Which is to say I have done 0.0 physical activity since last Monday.
School started, and I caught an annoying minor illness on the 2nd day of school. And I’m so exhausted by the time I get home from teaching and piano lessons that I can barely keep my eyes open. I feel physically faint and slightly nauseous with fatigue.
So I need me some rehab. Because while I didn’t lose a single pound over the summer, I did feel like I was accomplishing something every time I went for a “run.” And it’s just good for my sanity and self-esteem, not to mention those stupid vital organs like my heart and brain and lungs.
So regardless of how exhausted I am tomorrow, I must at least go for a walk. Admission is the first step to recovery, right?