The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
After slacking off for two weeks during the holidays, I finally decided to get serious about my workout schedule again. So today I headed back down to the treadmill for a slow two and a quarter mile jog. But instead of feeling proud that I'd climbed back on the wagon, I spent the entire workout feeling guilty for not taking the dog on a walk (I'm on grand-dog sitting duty). It didn't help that he stared at me the entire time with a woeful look on his face. Talk about guilt! But it's 20 degrees outside! Still, I feel so bad...