Excitement abounds today! I got a ticket to see Betty White when she comes to Grand Rapids next month for LaughFest, a 10 day comedy festival/fundraiser for our area chapter of Gilda’s Club. It’s going to be a great event and I hope it raises a ton of money for Gilda’s Club of Grand Rapids.
So freaking excited.
I got to the Y last night and highly considered turning the car right back around to go home. I had zero desire or motivation to run. Zero.
The entire way up the stairs, I was telling myself over and over “I am excited to run, I love running, this will be great!” in hopes of psyching myself up. It didn’t work, but I got on the treadmill nonetheless. And then, I had a surprisingly great run! Despite the fact that it was unusually hot and humid and even when my iPod starting acting up around mile 2 and I had to go sans music (worst thing EVER…I could never do a race where they don’t allow headphones!). I did 3 miles in 33:30 (11:10 pace).
After my run, I did another round of the 100 push up challenge. I’m doing each week twice because the first time around, the numbers increased far too fast for me. So, I was back at week 1, day 1. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
Fabulous breakfast combination this morning. I thought of it last night and couldn’t wait to eat my morning meal! I made a yogurt mess with vanilla Chobani, rolled oats, a banana bread muffin, and a spoonful of sunflower seed butter.
Delicious. It was everything I had hoped for and more!
peanut butter mouth.
I was so ready to order lunch for delivery…but all I really wanted was sushi and no place in town delivers (at least not that I know of). Instead, it was another day of eating what I already have at work.
I had another container of Green Giant cheesy broccoli to start. Seriously, veggies covered with cheese? Life doesn’t get much better. Well, that’s not true. Ice cream would have been better. Not with the cheese though. But, the broccoli was probably a better healthier choice.
I also had a peanut butter and honey sandwich. As I was taking the last couple bites, all the peanut butter got stuck to the roof of my mouth! In case you were curious, because I know you were, the fear of that happening is called arachibutyrophobia. I didn’t actually know that, I just looked it up. Because I apparently have nothing better to do with my time.
It’s a good day, my friends. The sun is shining, it’s Friday, I got Betty White tickets, and in a little over 3 hours, my weekend begins. Life is good.