From Inside My Home!: March 2016 (runfessions)

I was so proud of myself for keeping my running journal up for more than just a few months, and it has come in really handy too: how many miles did I run? What exercises did I do after the last run? When was the last time I ran on the treadmill?

Today I’m joining up with Marcia at Marcia’s Healthy Slice to share my runfessions.

I runfess . . .
I am addicted to fitness/athlesuire/activewear. Maybe my post yesterday (and all those other fashion posts) are a slight clue? Although granted I didn’t buy any of the clothes I tried on yesterday!

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned that here before.

Too bad Mr. Judy reads the blog; then again, I’m pretty sure he already knows this. He’s got his own addiction with movie DVDs going on right now.
I runfess . . .
After one long run with Darlene last month, other than the stretches I did immediately after the run, I did nothing. Nada. Zip.

I did ice my ankle, later, and I did foam roll before bed.

My only defense is we walked Lola when I got home and by the time we were done, it was time for a shower, and then it was time for dinner, only they screwed up my order (we got delivery) and I could’ve done something while I was waiting for them to redeliver the correct order, but nope.

And after that half relay? Again, not a bit of stretching or icing. I did foam roll before bed again. I was busy waiting at the finish line for Darlene and Barbara and trying to take their photos!

And then there were the 3 times I ran to the grocery store to do my shopping this month — this time my excuse was that by the time I got home it was time for lunch and I was rungry.

I runfess . . .
That I was doing several errands one Sunday this month and all the crazies were out, which is why I enjoy not working — I can do errands when only a few of the crazies are out normally.

I may or may not have dropped the f-bomb when a woman not only did not stop, she never even slowed down, as I was crossing in the crosswalk at the mall. She stared straight ahead the entire time, but I know she saw me. She just pretended she didn’t.

Because she was so clearly important.

I only felt guilty when I saw the mother and her young son not too far from me. Not that it’s anything he hasn’t heard before, I’m sure.

I runfess . . .
I am actually a much nicer person now that Chester is gone.

And that is because I am now getting normal amounts of sleep and under much less emotional stress.

I really didn’t realize just how irritable I had become until he was gone. The house is cleaner, too (not that it’s ever super clean, but it’s definitely cleaner).

 

I runfess . . .
I am envious of all those sunrise shots.

Except I am warm and cozy in my house at that hour, eating breakfast, watching the sunrise out of our bay window. Above is the closest I get to watching the sunrise during winter.

I runfess . . .
I can get lost on a circle that I have run on dozens of times (at least).

It’s happened more than once, too!

In my defense, there are like 6 different roads that connect to this circle. I apparently go like 3/4 of the way around and then take the wrong road.

I went back this month and ran around it without zoning out just to prove to myself I could do it!

I runfess . . .
That after resisting Twitter mightily, I find that I kind of like it.

I had to load it for a Skirtsports chat. And then there was a giveawy I wanted to enter. And then of course more giveaways (someday I’ll win something). And now I find myself tweeting most days, not that anyone really notices (I’m still @chocolaterunsj on Twitter, btw).

I don’t spend a whole lot of time on it, but I like how easy it is to tweet something.

 

Wouldn’t you like to get some runfessions off your mind? Come join us