bewize

I can't do push ups to save my life. Consider this a PSA, if it ever comes down to push ups or death? I'm going to die.

But, I can do the super!easy!cheating!standing!leaning!on-the-bedframe push ups. And by "can do", I mean that I only cry a little bit.

And by cry a little bit, I mean kick off a major f'ing asthma attack, because I did those right after running 2 miles and it about killed me.

Then I did the squats (well, I alternated fake!push ups and squats. Squats make my knees click. I find this slightly disconcerting.

Lastly, I did sit ups.

All in total, I did 13 fake!push ups, 18 sit ups and 18 squats. Apparently, in six weeks, I should be able to do the numbers referenced in the title of the challenge. We shall see.

I ran 2 miles again tonight. That seems to be my average "short" run now. I... don't know what I think about it. The first mile always sucks. Always. I hate it and I hate that I'm doing it and I can't for the life of me figure out WHY I'm doing that to myself.

Then I hit stride a bit before the end of the mile and it feels... pretty good. Like I can run for a while. My breathing steadies out and I realize that my lungs are, indeed, working fine. They don't even hurt. My legs hurt a bit, but not so much that I need to stop or anything.

Disgustingly, about 5 minutes after I stop, I sweat like a glass of water in the sun. I mean, dripping, nasty, disgusting, soaks my clothes sweat. I have no idea why this happens AFTER I finish. But it does.

I'm going to try and push to a 5K at least once this week. A friend wants me to run a 10 K in November and there is NO WAY that I could do that right now, but that's a month and a bit away and another 40 days into the 90 Days of Madness.

So, we'll see...

My right ankle is killing me at the moment. Epsom salt bath in my immediate future.