Years ago on one of my previous attempts (successful too...for quite some time) to give up soda, I didn't give it up totally. I gave it up totally for a while to get past the slump of learning to live without. (aka withdrawal symptoms), but then I would treat myself in the evening by drinking a can of soda if and only if I had already drank more than the 100 ounces of water that I was drinking. Normally eating out would have me ordering water. But admittedly, there are some meals that I feel just NEEDS a diet pepsi. I'm sorry....pizza needs a soda. So my plan? Make it a week or two and then be ok with a diet soda every once in a blue moon. Not everyday. Not even every week. Every once in a blue moon.
I am proud of myself though. Even with a headache from hell....or rather a headache from caffeine I still made it out the door and got in a 2.5 mile run. It was slow and brutal. It's gonna be slow and brutal because I have totally lacked any kind of discipline in running. That HAS to change. I have plans.....I have dreams...I have. Oh heavens, I have a 5K coming up in 2.5 weeks. Uhhhh yeah! I did say 2.5 weeks. I think this last minute training is NOT cool. AT ALL. Why do I do this to myself? Really? Oh well, no use trying to figure out why I have now done this for TWO races/runs. It is what it is and I just have to get myself into running shape.....as much as possible. At least this time I only have to prepare for a 3.1 mile run and not a 6.2 mile run. ha ha ha It won't be a fast run, but I will do it. This same run in 2013 still stands as my PR that I strive to beat. I had been running consistently....and my time showed it. It's not a PR that is spectacular, but it is my number and I own it! (ironically, I think if my first 10K would have only been 3 miles I would have PR'd...ha ha ha.....why? Because I had run utterly consistent and regimented for the months before that run. Yes, I'm getting the idea....RUN. Run regularly. Run consistently. Run diligently. Just run!
So I don't know if I should be disgusted or somewhat proud. (Maybe the pride is from hanging around with my young nephew so much.....he would definitely be proud!). So let me say that I never run with a tissue tucked in my pocket or anything like that. A month or two ago I had a slight bloody nose while running (in the cold) I thought about starting to run with a tissue tucked somewhere safe. That never materialized. And then I was out running today. (And I apologize in advance for the next few sentences but hey...it was a bit traumatic and I must talk about it! Therapy you know....) I was running, and I could feel that I needed to blow my nose. It kept getting worse. LOTS worse. I became fearful that if I breathed too heavily that a booger would dangle from my nostril. My left nostril if you are interested in really visualizing the complete picture. I had no choice. Really, none at all. Don't be a hater......but I shot my first snot rocket. Or maybe I should call it a booger bomb. Yeah, that's disgusting....but I'm weirdly proud. Yeah, I'm a loser.