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My current state is this: I feel like the pits. I even had diet coke today and I was still lethargic. Ick. So I got home and the guilt trip ensued. I didn't go running Monday because I felt awful. I didn't go yesterday because I sped home from work, ate, changed, and headed to an activity and then got home too late to go because I had to get to bed. So, I gave myself the mother of all guilt trips and decided I would just run for 30 minutes and call it a deal.
Except then I thought about the bariatric webinar I sat in on today and the importance of exercising and I thought, You know Gabe, you should be an example. And thank you to the girl who was running near me, who immediately triggered my competitive side. I'm a little competitive (that's a full blown lie). So then I busted to get to 4 miles in 32 minutes and that was hard. My body is not happy with me. But then the adrenaline and hormones kicked in and I pushed myself and ended up doing intervals for a grand total of 7.36 miles. My body still hates me but my conscience is clear...until tomorrow. Exercise people. Just do it. I'm serious.
Also I felt the need to blog. My friend Clary texted me today and this is all the text said, "I saw your blog post this morning" followed by...nothing. This had me slightly concerned because usually Clary is very expressive and we are constantly cracking jokes and such so I panicked and could not remember for the life of me what I blogged about yesterday--I was that tired. Then it dawned on me that the first thing most people who see is The Biebs and weeeeellllllll, that had to change stat.
This post is lame. I apologize for the sub-par blogging, but the Biebs had to go. I'm eating toast and then going to bed. Over and out.