If you’ve been reading me for a while you may have noticed some repeats on my monthly resolutions. This of course means I really want to do something, but of course, am an epic failure at it.
Let’s take running outdoors for example. Every few months I resolve to hit the pavement as opposed to the conveyor belt, but at the end of the day I’m big on climate controlled running environments with televisions attached. Well, no more. I’m forcing myself to run outside. And, it’s not even a resolution this month. I SIGNED UP FOR A RUNNING CLASS.
When my own ability to actualize my goals fails, I do the next best thing, I pay for someone to force me to do it. And that’s what I’ve done. I joined the New York Road Runners club, which means I get discounts on races and classes—and starting in a week and a half, my Tuesday nights for the next 10-weeks will be committed to running around Central Park with a group of like-minded strangers.
I run funny; I hope no one laughs at me. I’m excited. And, scared. And, excited. Time to break out those new running shoes.
Oatmeal with light sour cream
Coffee & banana
Salad with arugala, onion, carrot, avocado, cucumber, grilled chicken, and lemon vinaigrette
Is there anything more satisfying than cooking up a yummy, healthy, meal?
Whole wheat spaghetti with organic chicken sausage, peppers, onions, and mushrooms