Day 2: Pathetic

GOAL: STEP ON THE TREADMILL
STATUS: COMPLETE

I walked for 0.1 miles for 5:22.

Overachiever.

Not.

More like . . . pathetic.

The voice in my head is screaming at how sad an accomplishment my measly numbers are. 

Twenty years ago, I could haul booty up 20 flights of stairs without pause.

Eighteen years ago, I hiked to the top of Mt. Timpanogos.

Ten years ago, I walked three to five miles a day.

Five years ago, I could walk up a flight of stairs without huffing and puffing.

Today? Why should I be excited about walking 0.1 miles in 5:22?

Well, I say to that voice in my head, because that's 5 minutes and 22 seconds of exercise I wouldn't have gotten otherwise. 

Plus, two flights of stairs. 

I had every excuse--lack of sleep last night, an early morning this morning, general exhaustedness from my CTJ meeting with a mack truck (the side effects of yesterday's oh-so-stellar exercise regimen and the subsequent lactic acid buildup), a 14-hour workday . . . 

DID I MENTION SORE MUSCLES?! 

I wanted so badly to sleep, to rest.

But I got on the treadmill.

And today, my friends, that is what VICTORY looks like.

TOTAL MILES WALKED: 0.3
MILES TO GO: TOO MANY TO COUNT

(Okay, fine.)

(999.7.)