This seems to be quite a theme in my life. I do really well for a while, then I get all lazy and let myself go to hell for a while. Get fed up with that, and back at it again.
This week, I decided ENOUGH! I drug the treadmill from my bedroom into the front room so I could run while watching tv, and not feel like I'm being banished to my room. It was becoming abundantly clear that I was NOT going to drag my ass out of bed at 5am and run when it is dark outside at the beginning and end of the run! It's dark when I go to work, and dark when I get home. So depressing! So, I'm back to running in the evenings. I'll reward myself with a nice long run outside on the weekend.
So, I drag my treadmill into the front room and hop on. It starts acting crazy and feels like it's stopping every time I step. UGH! That was Tuesday night. Yesterday, my parents, wonderful fix-it's that they are, came to my house and took it apart and got it fixed! Woohoo! I'm back on track again! Last night, I ran 4 miles on it, at a 10 min/mile pace.
I've got a long way to go... and a half marathon on tap for next month.
Ah well, this is what makes life interesting.