Day 3: Pit

GOAL: STEP ON THE TREADMILL
STATUS: COMPLETE

I walked for 0.1 miles for 5:44.

If yesterday felt like the aftermath of a run-in with a Mack truck, today was the fallout of a brutal collision with a freight train.

Every fiber of my body felt torn, swollen, achy, crampy, and badly in need of rest.

I pushed fluids. I had vegetables and vitamins. I took a small amount of over-the-counter pain medication. I stretched.

My body and I are not in good shape, people. That much is clear.

I'm curious, does anyone else have spectral visions of Count Roogan seated nearby, intoning, "I just sucked one year of your life away. Tell me, how does it feel?"

True confessions, I took a nap. 

For an hour. 

In the middle of the day. 

Wrapped in a heated blanket.

And... I woke up feeling worse than I had before.

"Remember, this is for posterity, so, please, be honest."

I ranted to anyone who would listen about how utterly crappy I felt. I told my husband I didn't want to do this anymore... I give up... I quit.

Folks, the PIT OF DISPAIR is real!!!

After listening to me exhaust myself with complaining and whining and wanting to run away, he reminded me how much I wanted to keep my commitment to myself, and that all I need to do to be successful is to take one step on the treadmill.

Just one teensy itty bitty step.

I thought maybe I could do that. 

This once.

So, I put on my big girl gear, stepped in some tenny runners, and trudged my way begrudgingly to the infernal recesses of the downstairs to meet my adversary.

I stepped on him.

And I kept on walking. 

All. 

          Over. 

                    His.

                              Trash.

For 22 more seconds than yesterday.

Gotta celebrate the little victories.

NUMBER OF CONSECUTIVE DAYS WALKED: 0003
TOTAL NUMBER OF DAYS WALKED: 0003
TOTAL TIME WALKED: 21:07
TOTAL MILES WALKED: 0.4
MILES TO GO: 999.6 OUT OF 1000
TIME TO GOAL AT CURRENT PACE: 27 YEARS 134 DAYS 6 HOURS
TIME TO GOAL AT CUMULATIVE AVERAGE PACE: 20 YEARS 192 DAYS