26 days left til the Chicago marathon... can that be right? Does that really even matter to me? Will I even be running it? Can you train and complete a marathon in 26 days?... I guess we're going to find out!
I went for a "long run" yesterday... my first "long run" in about 7 weeks... I covered 8 miles... Is it a bad thing when you experience DOMS from the first couple miles during the last couple miles? :)
The great new is... even though I'm sore today, I'm not injured sore... just extremely out of shape sore... although, I guess I can't be in that bad of shape if I can run 8 miles, Can I?... now whether or not I should be even considering running a marathon in less than 4 weeks?
...and now for something completely different...
Hitting rock bottom...
So I'm feeling better than I have in quite a while and I think it's because I finally hit rock bottom of my fitness decline on Saturday night. That's right... I went to Cold Stone Creamery for the first time...
So I step inside and the place is packed! The girls behind the counter are running around bumping into each other trying to keep up with the orders and ice cream is flying everywhere... I'm not gonna lie... I really enjoy ice cream... but Cold Stone Creamery takes it to a whole other level. CSC* is a place for ice cream addicts!!!!
So I finally get up to the counter to order and I realize that instead of normal sizes, CSC lists it's sizes as 'like it', 'love it' & 'gotta have it'... Now in the past I've been opposed to these places and their naming conventions** but I decided to not be such a crumudegeon and order a 'love it' size of the Coffee lover's only ice cream***. My wife who was with me ordered a small (spoil sport) candy apple.
We get up to the register and everything is so crazy there that they forget to ring us up (the girls making the ice cream are also working the register)... So we wait... and pretty soon the next customer reaches the register and they ring him up... so we wait, trying to catch the girls attention (without much sucess). And the customer behind us says "I bet you could walk out of here without paying"
So I turn to him and explain that even though I know I could walk out right now without paying, I pretty much want to pay anyway... an not really because of my conscious... cuz honestly (an it pains me to say it****)... I'm not really a pinnacle of morality and I'm pretty sure I could steal an ice cream cone and not lose a wink of sleep about it... but because I pretty much feel that I'm at a point in my life where pulling a dine and dash on 8 bucks of ice cream just because the poor workers were busting their asses so much would be a blow to my self-respect...
Oh to see the look on that guys face... He was truly confound! I'm pretty sure he's still sitting at home wondering why on earth I didn't walk out with free ice cream... Like I said CSC is a place for ice cream addicts!
So we finally pay for the ice cream and my wife takes about two bites and announces: I'm done... it's too rich for me...
and that's where I have an out of body experience... and I look on in horror as I take my spoon and scoop her enormous 'like it' (i.e. small) sized ice cream into my even more enormous 'love it' (i.e. medium) sized chocolate dipped waffle cone.
By the time I finish her scoop I'm already full... but if you read the first part of my post you'll know that I'm no quitter... and soon I had devoured the whole thing and was finishing up stuffing the last bit of waffle cone into my sticky ice cream covered face... belly full of cream and sugar... heart full of shame...
One nightmare full, restless night later I knew I had hit rock bottom... and that's when I decided to put an end to the pity party... I spent Sunday eating healthy and exercising and now I feel much better... and hopefully this is truly the start of my next fitness revolution!
*I'm calling CSC it not because it's my trendy new hip nickname for the joint but because otherwise your google ad sense will think that you're a CSC fanatic and all your ads will be about ice cream for the next month which might cause my readers to fall into a fitness downward spiral much like the one I've previously experienced
**Damn it Starbucks... It's 7 in the morning and all I want is a small regular coffee... why do you have to make ordering this coffee more difficult than it already is?
***and just in case you were wondering I told them that I want the 'love it' size in the most effeminate voice I could muster because a) I just spent the morning watching old clips of Men on Film from In Living Color on YouTube... and b) how could I not?