EXACT moment I hit my target for the day, I hurtle myself from that damn machine. Literally, I cannot get off fast enough.
A few weeks ago we spent the night at my MIL's house. She just got her home gym all set up and so I used her treadmill for a quick workout while I was there. I despise her...............because she has a BITCHIN treadmill. Seriously, felt like I was floating on a cloud instead of pounding the concrete like mine now feels like after experiencing HEAVEN on hers. This is how I felt while on the BITCHIN treadmill.
Recently my sis posted a blog about coming up with a "mantra" for running. I had no idea what mine should be or is when I'm running. "Bitch Don't Quit!!!!" came to mind but didn't seem real appropriate. This one jumped out at me today though. I like it.
THEMSELVES. Forget what everyone else thinks. Just make yourself proud. I will never be proud if I give up. So, this is my new mantra. I should now consider writing this on my chest the day of the 1/2 marathon. I wouldn't forget!!!!!