Tuesday, July 17
I'm trying once again to get my sorry ass in shape. Much like eating healthy, I feel this is a never-ending battle that I will probably bitch about for the rest of my life. (Sorry.) For those of you who've been following along for far too long, the days of my being able to run a 10K (hell, even a 5K at this point) are long past. I'd like to get back there, however, as getting out of breath going up the stairs is distinctly un-cool. To that end, I've made a goal with a friend to be able to run a 5K again by Thanksgiving. The only stipulations: no walking, no puking, no falling. It may take me three days to run this bitch, but by god, I'll do it. To further that end, J.R. and I bought FitBits last night. Sure, website-enabled activity tracking, blah, blah, blah. There are badges, people. And what are badges like? Achievements. And I think we all know what I will do for those.