Went to the gym yesterday. Stayed on the treadmill for the whole 3.1 miles - the distance the 5K will be. It took me 51 minutes and 28 seconds. I got up to 4.5 mph, but mostly ran at 3.8 mph. I stopped and started, ran then walked, can't run the whole thing non-stop. Ran for 1.2 miles non-stop though. I have got to get that time down. I have been doing this so far without energy drinks or anything before. Maybe I will break down and start using them. Tyler went with me too. I like starting to get him in the gym while he is young. He has a lot of potential. Any kind of physical exercizing was never addressed in my house growing up. It was just not a part of anyone's life. Never talked about, never anything. Tyler didn't do alot yesterday, his foot is hurt, one of the kids at school kicked him a couple of weeks ago. I hope he can do the race. He likes the machines at the gym. Especially the hydraulic ones.
I ate good yesterday and got enough sleep. I didn't do my yoga though. It seems like that is the thing I put at the bottom of my priority list every day.
Hopefully I will work tonight. We really need the money.
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You GO girl! I'm proud of you- that's a lotta running. You will get stronger and stronger.
I don't know the history with you & your mom or what the current situation is. I can only tell you this. Learn NOT to need her approval and then you won't feel as hurt or angry with her. I bent over backward for years to earn my parents approval- it was never given in any recognizeable ways, so eventually I was so angry, I pretty much stopped trying to have a relationship with them.
Strangely, now that I don't need their approval, I can be nice to them. I actually feel sorry for them. They don't know how much love they've missed by not being there for me and by making such unreasonable demands on me at such an early age.
I do my best to be a loving person- whether or not I am accepted is NOT my problem, but at least when people die, I have no regrets because I tried. They may not appreciate my love, because they are disappointed with how I've lived my life, but that didn't stop me from loving them. They can't control my behavior with theirs. In other words, I love because- hey that's the way I am- no matter how hurtful they can be. This puts the ball & the blame in their court so-to-speak and I can live my life at peace. I may be WAY off base with this advice and if I am, just tell me, but I thought I would offer my thoughts...
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