Cardio for 4-19-9

I used to write in such a way that I factored in every single possible response to an entry, and then partially wrote that into the entry. As if some complete treatise on a topic so that I wouldn’t need to defend or elaborate or reiterate myself. When you do that, you end up writing yourself into a corner, as the original message gets lost in bringing to the forefront everything else that you happen to believe. While I’m flattered Bexxy put me on Reader’s Choice, a place I haven’t been in ages, I haven’t the patience to individually point out, “No, this isn’t all I believe.” I just wrote it because I read an editorial where the guy basically concludes, “Well, it sucks, I don’t like it, BUT I’LL DO IT ANYWAY.” Just kind of pissed me off.

The problem of choice gets lost on people. I didn’t have a choice. I am the counterargument. Fuck you. Fuck you and I hope your children hate you for cutting off their genitals. Fuck you for not thinking there’s something wrong with this. Just, just, fuck you. Civil discourse be damned. YOU ARE WRONG.

Anyway. Now I remember why I decided to write about the more boring and mundane things in life.

I had a dream that I woke up but couldn’t get up. So I flung myself up, but was still falling asleep. When I actually woke up, it wasn’t nearly as tramatic. I went to bed past midnight and maybe I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get up.

Had a few sips of milk so I wasn’t on a completely empty stomach and warmed up. I didn’t feel tight at all when I stretched. Still a little cool out, but the sun feels warm on my skin. I joke to myself that maybe I’ll stop being so damn white if I keep going for jogs in the morning like this.

I can almost guage how my jog will be off the first couple steps. Whether my feet feel slow and sluggish, or whether it feels easy. I felt good, so I thought I’d try to go for distance today rather than intervals of shorter distance. My initial target was a mile even, but at that point, I didn’t feel myself needing to stop, so I didn’t.

I can tell how fatigued I am based on my breathing. Taking Laura Margaret’s breathing advice, I time my breathing with my steps. When I start, I try for a 4:3 inhalation:exhalation ratio. As I get into the brunt of my jogging, it tends to default to a 3:2 ratio. When I’m wanting to breath “faster” than this, it means I’m running out of breath and want to stop. Can’t hyperventilate when you jog. I typically force myself to my next landmark, then stop. I felt this midway through my third lap. I made it through just fine, wanting to challenge myself.

I jogged around 1.5 miles. That’s farther than any distance I’ve consecutively jogged in my life. And it didn’t even feel that hard! I feel great. I’ve tried numerous times to get into the whole jogging shtick, only to fall flat on my face. I feel like I’ve finally gotten over the hump. And it’s not even summer yet. If I can get up to 3 miles in one shot, I will be completely content to just maintain that level.

Candi’s such a sweetheart. She’s reminding me that I don’t have to come over tonight if I don’t want to. But. I want cuddles! Plus I’ve been feeling all sexy lately. I wanna make her melt.