Jogging #6: Everybody Gotta Run Sometime

It's 9 degrees F. out there right now. I've been inside ~15 minutes and I am only just recovering sensation in my ass.

I weathered the Three Minute Run tolerably well. It helped that I went very slowly. Speedy Gonzales I am not, and possibly may never be. I note that if I have to concentrate on pacing myself, it makes it even harder to ensure my right foot's landing on the heel instead of the ball. I'm not sure how much I should worry about that at this juncture. Anyone?

This week's workout is only 18 minutes, as opposed to the previous weeks' 20. And although I feel like Death as soon as I finish a three-minute-run section, I am recovered at the end of the corresponding walk that I could probably do at least one more cycle iteration. (That's just how my stamina rolls, yo.) (That is the sound of elibalin telling me never to try and speak that dialect again.) However there is both the time factor and the Don't Overdo It factor, so I probably will refrain Wednesday.

I took my MP3 player along today, with my normal headphones. This worked well...probably because I don't move fast enough to cause the headphones to slide off.

I should have time to do morning pages right after I get in but I never feel like my head is in the right place. Now, after 15-20 min. of dorking on Teh Intarwubs, I feel like I could. Not sure what that is all about.

Up two pounds, probably due to Saturday's bacchanalia. Damn you, top-notch wurst from the Swiss Pork Store.

Sustainability, or at least a bit of it

1. I picked up some of the reusable grocery bags at the store (and am actually remembering to take them to the store). Yay, fewer plastic bags in the world--though I'll have to occasionally pick some up to scoop cat boxes into, I imagine.

2. I have dug out my faithful ol' Boxhill mug and have requested the nice coffee elves to put my morning dose in it, instead of a paper cup. This is a little bit of a nuisance to be hauling it around with me to and fro, but then I think of a year's worth of paper cups piling up somewhere and have no grounds to moan at all.

I have not advanced to the point of buying better-produced foods. I'd surely like to, but it's pricey enough feeding a house in the necessary manner as it is (if I upped the starch quotient, for instance, things would be a lot cheaper, but that would be a very bad health idea). Pondering this and hoping a solution presents itself. --At that, I don't know how virtuous Trader Joe's is. I should look into it; maybe we're doing pretty well as is.