Just lace 'em up and... shit

Well, I finally dragged my sorry behind to the gym today, feeling hale and whole for the first time in I can't remember how long. Though I really did feel lazy as hell on the way there, the act of changing into my gear and powering up the zillion steps to the track really fired me up and I was pumped to get running again by the time I....

.... realized that Tuesday night is track team night. Exclusive track team night. As in, you sad sorry slow mere members, please keep your stumpy legs off our turf. This is Varsity territory for the next two hours.

*sigh*. So yours truly had a date with a very rickety, uncomfortable stationary bike instead. But I pumped the shit out of that thing, and if it wasn't running, it at least felt wonderful to get my heart rate up. Followed up with a short yoga session (hidden away in a corner so I wouldn't get run over by maniacally charging varsity hurldlers), and felt that at least my time had been productively spent.

So no miles to log today. But I'm back, after a fashion. And I intend to keep it that way!