on the clock
So. Hot. Day 2 of FI. Haven't slept in yet (although actually, I guess 7 a.m. IS sort of sleeping in, when you think about what time I normally wake up). I decided to start timing my running circuit (painfully short, but it incorporates some major hills so that's a plus) because I have figured out that competing with myself is my best motivator. Case in point: I set out to do Kuliou'ou in a leisurely fashion yesterday, but I couldn't not time myself. So instead of hoping and waiting for my running circuit to get easier, I'll just put myself on the clock and push myself accordingly.
I have no idea what distance I'm running, but it's a good route because the first few minutes are a gentle downhill, the middle is a gentle but steady incline, and then there's a major two-block incline, and the culmination is a flat block. Today I completed in 16:26; will try again tomorrow. Same steamy time (8 a.m.), same steamy place (Makiki).
In addition to refusing to sleep past 7, I went to bed at about 2 a.m. Why? Because I hate going to bed irritated, and last night I was irritated. This is not where I explain why I was irritated, this is to explain why I am wearing such hideous clothing today. I looked down at my t-shirt halfway through my run this morning and started laughing. I am so tired it's not even funny (but my clothes are, so it's all G).
4 comments:
ooOOoo. 16:26 huh? all run? that's good stuff. for me there has to be motivation to run. i really can't justify running that long without a purpose (and no, getting healthy isn't a reason). but we know the time. just need to know the velocity, then we can figure out the distance. or distance and figure out the velocity. ha! and you think that you'll never use it again.
it's hard being lazy isn't it? me, i think i am going to get some supplies to clean the bathroom too. i've lived here 3yrs and haven't scrubbed the bathroom thoroughly.
secret: scrubbing bubbles spray. do it consistently for about 2 months and your shower will clean itself. but i do stand by my discovery that nothing is quite as therapeutic as throwing your back into a lot of good, hard housework. good for pent-up aggression.
the spray works? maybe i'll try it. you know, i blame my parents for making me work harder not smarter. old fashion i guess, i prefer the hardwork instead of using technology. even though i'll bitch and complain all the way as i'm scrubbing the bathtub. what can i say?
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