Super HEALTHY Summer

Days binge free: 0
My ex was generally awesome but he laughed his arse off at me when I said I was going to take up running. Over 2 years on I’d just like to say “fuck you”. I still think of him at the end of every run.

My ex was generally awesome but he laughed his arse off at me when I said I was going to take up running. Over 2 years on I’d just like to say “fuck you”. I still think of him at the end of every run.

(Source: ontopoftheworldd, via weight-a-second)

I just went on a 7.08 mile run.

I normally just about manage 2.

SEVEN POINT EIGHT MILES

Oh, the power of running buddies. Fecking hell.

Chat with a guy at work yesterday

  • Guy: So, what did you do at the weekend then?
  • Me: Saw some friends, worked out. Couple of new gym classes on the Saturday morning, cycling on the Sunday. Problem is when I exercise so much at the weekend I pretty much want to go to bed and sleep by 7pm
  • Guy: Yeah, but you must feel really healthy, I bet you feel healthy.
  • Me: *thinks* Well . . . yeah. I pretty much jumped out of bed this morning, and I get up before 7 everyday, and I feel great.
  • Guy: Yeah. When I wake up every morning I just feel like I've been punched in the stomach.
  • Me: . . . oh
This is my bike. I hauled her out of my parent’s garage after 10 years of disuse and adopted her a few weeks ago. My dad had to take the brakes apart to fix them and he had to cut that old bike chain off because the key’s long gone. I’ve ridden her 3 times. On the last 2 cycles the chain’s fallen off when I tried to change gears on a hill (awkwaaard) The first time I had to wait 20 minutes in the rain for my dad to come and fix it after I gave in (which took him 3 seconds). This morning I fumbled around with it for 5 minutes myself to fix it. I need to get my time down to 3 seconds too, especially since it was below freezing. The brakes still really aren’t very good at all. When I first rode the bike in February I screamed because it’d been 5-10 years and I’d almost forgotten how. I stopped and walked up hills a lot. I had no idea how to use the gears anymore.  This morning I got up at 6:20 to give myself time to cycle it before the rush hour kicked in. This morning instead of screaming I laughed a lot, on my own, on country roads, with freezing wind in my face and wearing four layers of clothes and toes that felt like lumps of ice. I practiced cycling one handed because I realised the other day that I can barely take an arm off the handlebars long enough to signal. I practiced standing on the pedals to get up terrible hills. I practiced NOT STOPPING on the terrible hills, even if I was barely moving. I stopped on one hill, the last and worst and then I talked sternly to myself. I told myself the crap I tell people at work when I’m trying to motivate them to hit targets, I told myself if I believed I could then I would, I told myself not to fucking stop and I got back on the bike and cycled to the top of the hill. And then I did a little dance while on the bike, and patted myself on the back as I cycled along and cheered for myself and the joy of being alive and on a bike and cycling along with the rising sun and the cold when most people would still be asleep and miserable about having to get up. I cheered for having kept the promise I’d made to myself that I would do the terrible thing of getting up at the crack of dawn to do something that hurt and was difficult and that I was scared to fail at. Then I noticed the walker near enough to see the dancing and fist pumping and cheering and loudly told myself not to care, he was only staring ‘cause of how awesome I am. It’s going to be a good week :)

This is my bike.

I hauled her out of my parent’s garage after 10 years of disuse and adopted her a few weeks ago. My dad had to take the brakes apart to fix them and he had to cut that old bike chain off because the key’s long gone. I’ve ridden her 3 times. On the last 2 cycles the chain’s fallen off when I tried to change gears on a hill (awkwaaard) The first time I had to wait 20 minutes in the rain for my dad to come and fix it after I gave in (which took him 3 seconds). This morning I fumbled around with it for 5 minutes myself to fix it. I need to get my time down to 3 seconds too, especially since it was below freezing. The brakes still really aren’t very good at all.

When I first rode the bike in February I screamed because it’d been 5-10 years and I’d almost forgotten how. I stopped and walked up hills a lot. I had no idea how to use the gears anymore. 

This morning I got up at 6:20 to give myself time to cycle it before the rush hour kicked in. This morning instead of screaming I laughed a lot, on my own, on country roads, with freezing wind in my face and wearing four layers of clothes and toes that felt like lumps of ice. I practiced cycling one handed because I realised the other day that I can barely take an arm off the handlebars long enough to signal. I practiced standing on the pedals to get up terrible hills. I practiced NOT STOPPING on the terrible hills, even if I was barely moving. I stopped on one hill, the last and worst and then I talked sternly to myself. I told myself the crap I tell people at work when I’m trying to motivate them to hit targets, I told myself if I believed I could then I would, I told myself not to fucking stop and I got back on the bike and cycled to the top of the hill.

And then I did a little dance while on the bike, and patted myself on the back as I cycled along and cheered for myself and the joy of being alive and on a bike and cycling along with the rising sun and the cold when most people would still be asleep and miserable about having to get up. I cheered for having kept the promise I’d made to myself that I would do the terrible thing of getting up at the crack of dawn to do something that hurt and was difficult and that I was scared to fail at. Then I noticed the walker near enough to see the dancing and fist pumping and cheering and loudly told myself not to care, he was only staring ‘cause of how awesome I am.

It’s going to be a good week :)