Day 2: 45.44

Today, the sun was shining and so was I in my spandex work out gear. I strode across the quad to my private gym in Maple Ridge (hellz yes, RA swipe card).

I started off really amped up and ran for an entire half mile without heart failure. I was pretty proud of myself. Then I realized that my gum from yesterday was still sitting on the treadmill. My bad.

After that, I was pretty tired. I could only manage to run .1 mile increments and around 1.7 miles, I started feeling low and considered doing the 3.2 miles on the elliptical, instead (I'm thinking 5 miles a day is a good way to train).

Here is my internal dialogue:
Outer fatty: Dude. Just do the elliptical. It's so much easier. Your bod is tired.
Inner skinny: Bitch, please. Do you want your thighs to rub together for the rest of your life?

The inner skinny won and it was pretty victorious. I pumped out the rest and attempted to get under 45 minutes, but ended over at 45.44 minutes.

There are a few things that are helping me through this routine right now.
#1: Benny Benassi. Bro spins mad sweet tunes. And by that, I mean that techno is really great work out music.
#2: Those damn motivational posters are really starting to grow on me. Images of "push yourself! harder harder!" while reminding me somewhat of a poster I might see at a birthing site, also prompted me to push myself harder harder (without unleashing a baby from my loins, thankfully).
#3: Knowing that aforementioned brassy Russian can already run 5 miles. Maybe I'll pull a Tanya Harding and handicap her so as to even the score.

Goal for tomorrow: to get under 45 minutes.