I am not usually a competitive person, but...

lately I have been wanting to win the competition between me, myself, and I. And I have been winning, for the most part anyway. Last week I lost a grand total of 2.6 pounds! woo hoo! This week I hope to lose at least 2 pounds again. Last week I ran everyday I was supposed to, but not necessarily the right mileage, this week I am going to hit and have been hitting the proper mileage.

This week has not been so easy, though. I had a bit of a rough start, so to speak. Monday, after a long day of swimming, class, six hours of work, and a mound of reading hanging over my head for Tuesday I came home prepared to make dinner when my friend called. It was her last night in town before studying abroad and she wanted to have dinner at chipotle. Well, I was famished and I got a burrito bol :(.

As a result of that bol I was not feeling so good on Tuesday and really had no desire to run. Add on top of that, the fact that it was basically a snow day and all I wanted to do was sleep. Somehow Dayna and I talked each other into going to the rec to run our required miles. I was still feeling pretty lathargic as I was plodding along for the first mile or so, until I sidled a glance toward Dayna's treadmill and saw that she was going faster than me! A competitve spark was kindled in my feet and I picked up the pace and was able to finish the three miles in the same time as Dayna.

This morning, a similar thing happened. I woke early and got dressed to run at the rec. I pandered around for about 15 minutes trying to think of a way to put off my run until later. Well, as I work until 6:30, I knew that was definitely not going to happen. I eventually made it to the rec and dragged myself onto the treadmill and started running. After about 2.75 miles I needed a break and took it. I walked for .25, then ran the last mile fast. I came into the rec dreading the treadmills and I came out with a sloppy grin on my beet red face.

I guess my point is that no matter how much I don't want to workout in the beginning I almost always feel awesome at the end. I take my new mantra from Nike when I say "Just Do It."