When The Cat Is Away...
Wac's gone for the weekend, back in Cali for her sister's baby shower.
To the right of me is a Jack In The Box cup, to the left of me a pizza box (not a full one, just for two slices). I only got socially dressed today so I could gamble away $30 that I shouldn't at the casino. Luckily, I am good at poker compared to the others who play there & took 2nd place for $260.
Bachelor life, revisited. Tomorrow (or later today, depending on how picky you want to be) will mostly consist of watching football. In Wac's absence, I don't have to be concerned with her preference of only one football game at home on Sundays.
But bachelor life is different this go-around. Through nothing but self-motivation, I threw on my running clothes this morning (hence the prior use of the phrase "socially dressed"; I technically got dressed twice today) for a 2.3 mile run with the first 3\4 mile being a near non-stop incline. As far as tomorrow (again, referring to Sunday here), I might be a bad Steelers fan and skip the first half so I can run 3.5 miles.
I can't say that I've fully caught the running bug, but lately I find myself starting to enjoy running more. It helped that I was able to do the 2.8 mile run last Sunday with little trouble. Wac tried to take me on a 4 mile run Wednesday night; I made it over 2 miles before I had to call it quits due to chafing (my blog so, no, it's not TMI). That was disappointing because I felt like I could have done the whole thing.
My pace probably wouldn't even break speed records for snails but slowing my pace down a bit seems to really help. If it means that I have to lumber across the finish line in January, then lumber I shall. I think the big victory here, though, is that I'm enjoying it all, which is something I wasn't able to say a couple of months ago.
Choosing running over football tomorrow might make me a bad bachelor but whatever.
Besides, Wac doesn't come back until Monday; I can still save the strippers & coke bonanza for Sunday night.
To the right of me is a Jack In The Box cup, to the left of me a pizza box (not a full one, just for two slices). I only got socially dressed today so I could gamble away $30 that I shouldn't at the casino. Luckily, I am good at poker compared to the others who play there & took 2nd place for $260.
Bachelor life, revisited. Tomorrow (or later today, depending on how picky you want to be) will mostly consist of watching football. In Wac's absence, I don't have to be concerned with her preference of only one football game at home on Sundays.
But bachelor life is different this go-around. Through nothing but self-motivation, I threw on my running clothes this morning (hence the prior use of the phrase "socially dressed"; I technically got dressed twice today) for a 2.3 mile run with the first 3\4 mile being a near non-stop incline. As far as tomorrow (again, referring to Sunday here), I might be a bad Steelers fan and skip the first half so I can run 3.5 miles.
I can't say that I've fully caught the running bug, but lately I find myself starting to enjoy running more. It helped that I was able to do the 2.8 mile run last Sunday with little trouble. Wac tried to take me on a 4 mile run Wednesday night; I made it over 2 miles before I had to call it quits due to chafing (my blog so, no, it's not TMI). That was disappointing because I felt like I could have done the whole thing.
My pace probably wouldn't even break speed records for snails but slowing my pace down a bit seems to really help. If it means that I have to lumber across the finish line in January, then lumber I shall. I think the big victory here, though, is that I'm enjoying it all, which is something I wasn't able to say a couple of months ago.
Choosing running over football tomorrow might make me a bad bachelor but whatever.
Besides, Wac doesn't come back until Monday; I can still save the strippers & coke bonanza for Sunday night.