For those who haven't figured it out yet, I lost my workout mojo. No, that really isn't true. I still Death Gym and love it. I even run or bike there if the weather is decent enough. But other than that, well....bes (I really have to interrupt here. There are a bunch of douchebags kicking a football in the middle of the street. One of them managed to hit my front door with it. Seriously. Go find a fucking field to kick the football around. I don't practice hitting softballs in the middle of the street.) Anyways...where was I? Oh, yeah. But other than that, well....besides softball, my workout mojo has left the building.
So....what do you do for that? Sign up for a race, right?
Several months ago, the hubs and I signed up for the Tortoise and Hare 5k run/walk. He was training his little heart out for it, and I was so proud of him. But that was before he ended up in the hospital. Now, I know that was back in March, and that generally people would say suck it up....but that whole episode really zapped him. He lost like 30lbs in five days. It took him forever to feel normal.
Then his knees started bugging him. Long story short, he's going to need his knee replaced in like 6 months....not the 6 years we originally thought.
Meanwhile, we're stilled signed up for this 5k. I've been going back and forth in my head if I even want to do it. Seriously. I'm going to suck. It will be my slowest 5k ever. Honestly though, I have no right to complain. It isn't like I've been doing anything to focus my efforts on running a 5k. I was seriously thinking about scrapping the whole thing.
Then I realized. That'd be like quitting. Before I even started. When did I become a fucking quitter? Just because I didn't want to suck? Seriously? Suck it up, buttercup.
Tomorrow, I will run/walk my slowest 5k ever. Chris is also going to walk. Why not, right?