2.75 on the treadmill Friday night, in a sudden fit of guilt over my out-of-shapedness combined with absolute dread that I was seeing Joe the Muscle Man the next day.
Funny, though, how when I'm around him, I never really worry about my body. It's (usually, but not always) before and after that the paranoia over how much I out of shape I am and how I look takes over ...
Stupid paranoia.
So.
2.75 miles this week.
30.75 miles this month (final)
153.25 miles this year
846.75 miles remaining.
HOWEVER
*wimp alert*
I'm thinking of revising the challenge. Cutting it in half.
To 500 miles instead.
Because at this rate, that's all I'm going to get, and I refuse to spend the rest of the year beating myself up (mentally and physically) for not reaching this goal. I've got eight months left of this year, and I want to enjoy them and be (realistically) healthy and active in them. I don't want to spend them under a cloud of shame over not reaching what was already a high number at the beginning of the year.
I'll decide by the time I come back on Wednesday.
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