So listen to this bullshit. I finally planned today to go outside and time myself for whatever amount of time I run/jog. Starting with taking my mom out, my review mirror fell off, gotta get glue for that shit. Then, I go out front, do a warm up fast run around the yard so I can stretch my legs. I hear the neighbor's dog across the street barking. I look over, he not in the backyard. I'm looking like "FUCK" why the hell is he loose. My sister and brother in law telling me that mom said the dog is old, fuck that I'm not taking no chances on that shit. So I angrily jog in the backyard, which is not flat nor applicable to how I want to do my run. How is it that when I want to do something, good for me, especially if it helps me get this job I want, that shit blows up in my face. Either I run in the backyard or take a chance catching rabies. I don't know our neighbors like that and am not putting my health in danger like that.
On to a sort of positive (sorry I had to vent that out), I ran 0.14 of a mile in 2:36. Now, mind you, I only need to do 0.5 miles in 6.5 minutes or less. I might try again later after I go to Auto Zone to see about this glue. Friday not coming quick enough.
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