Beating the Rain ... and the Spread

I was very proud of myself yesterday.

I also made it out the door when normally I would have thrown in the towel. The weather was overcast and the forecast called for impending rain, PLUS the Sox-Yankees game was starting at 7:10 ... but I still walked out the door at 6:30 with the intention of going either 3 miles or 45 minutes. And in the 50 minutes that I jogged, I covered 3.5 miles of ground.

I made it home, stretched, walked in and turned on the TV, and watched David Ortiz hit a second-inning home run. I beat the rain by about 5 innings. And most of all, I was just proud that I didn't give in to all of my excuses and got my ass out the door.

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I'm thinking of signing up for a 5K. There's one 2 towns away in 3 weeks. On July 4.
At first I resisted ("I have a barbeque that afternoon" and "But that's like vacation!") but I'm such a symbolic person that I think I might actually do the 4th of July date, not only because it's convenient, but as a symbol of my independence from my sedentary lifestyle. And cheesily enough, I'm really excited about that metaphor.