Not long ago, I posted the following
RandMart wrote:
I use two rules of thumb to keep myself in check: 1) the Alice Cooper/Warren Zevon guideline I posted earlier and 2) if you find yourself sneaking or covering up
By that token, knowing exactly how many miles I need to run to achieve a certain weekly/monthly goal, to maintain a streak or what have you [equivalent to #1 above], or going out for a 10 miler when D'Girls are still sleeping on a weekend morning but only admitting to a 5K [see #2]
could be perceived as "a running problem"
I guess I
could be considered an Endorphin Addict, and as I've said before: Endorphin Withdrawal is a terrible thing to experience, and horrible to watch
Today was kinda snowy, and when I dropped D'Kid off at work at 3PM, it really ramped up. It was the sort of snow here in South Jersey that stupid people do stupid things, and it would be stupid to be on the road more than you need to be, as that increases the odds that something stupid is gonna happen to you [and if something stupid happens to you & your car, D'Kid is stuck]
Still, I went to the gym, to get my workout in on the TM, because I didn't want to start 0-for-1
Anyway, I got in, flirted with the desk girl [as well as I could, anyway], did my miles, flirted with the desk girl again, got out, hit the supermarket & liquor store [flirted with my favorite counter girl], and got home in plenty of time to finish the rest of my "day-off" tasks - Xmas bows, lights, cleaning D'House for D'Wife's Xmas brunch Sunday
When I picked up D'Kid at 6PM she asked "How was the gym?"
"I didn't go" I lied "Too sloppy and I didn't want to leave you stuck"
I
may have a problem
"What's your claim?" - Ben Gravy
"Your best work is the work you're excited about" - Rick Rubin