tuesday:

ran 2+ miles around our plaza’s park.  i really need to do something about measuring my progress but i felt like i was faster.  i forgot to even look at the clock before we got out of the car but my figuring is that i was down to nearly a thirteen minute pace.  who knows.  all in all, it was a super sucky run.  i REALLY did not want to start.  and i never got to the point where i wanted to keep going.  it was hotter than heck and ridiculously bright.  i think the only reason my pace was better (if it actually was) is because i was trying so hard to get it over with.  i was upset that for all that pushing and suckitude, i didn’t even get to do my third lap.  we were a bit short on time since we had folks coming over for a poker night.  next week i’ll have to get an earlier (and, therefore, hotter) start so that i’ve got plenty of time to finish my full workout.

wednesday:

yoga at the running store.  they did an audio only thing this week which was tough for me because i totally depend on watching the video to see what i’m supposed to be doing.  i felt far more uncoordinated than usual.  i gawked at my fellow yogaers trying to make my body twist into the same shapes as theirs.  speaking of gawking, we had an audience as well.  about halfway through the cd, i started to notice people looking in the windows.  it was a huge group of asians, totally cupping the windows to look in.  they watched through one side, walked around the corner and watched through the other side (right behind me).  it was highly uncomfortable.  seriously, they watched us for close to ten minutes.  it was one whole series of exercises.  we even called mello out to chase them away and but they wouldn’t leave.  it was very odd.  the workout itself was pretty tough for me.  there were some balance exercises i just couldn’t pull off at all.  and the last track was abs, which wasn’t really hard for me, but it was tough.  the sadistic voice on the cd must have had some learning difficulties because her counting was drastically slower than ours.  she said we were going to do fifty bicycle crunches but she didn’t count aloud.  by the time she got to fifty, i had done well over one hundred.  and i feel it today… not that that’s a bad thing.