I'm reluctantly thankful for Starbuck's Salted Caramel Mochas. They're so damn good and so damn terrible for you. I never remember to get it with nonfat milk. I like whip, too, so I'm going to have some whip with that! The only thing semi-healthy I do when getting one of these bad boys is to order it with light salt ('cuz ain't nobody needing more sodium in their diet!) Oh, and I get a tall instead of, ya know, like a trenta. Not that I could down that much coffee if I tried. At least these aren't a daily thing for me... more like a once or twice a week treat. So, thank you Starbucks for making these delicious beverages and allowing me to start my day off with something that at least tastes fabulous and doesn't toy with my emotions like certain heartless, soulless guys I know.
Today I'm legit thankful for good shoes. I mean, if I had to try to train for a 5k in flip-flops, life would literally be a constant suckfest of foot and ankle issues, amirite? I got me these awesome grey and blue beasts to support my pain-in-the-ass high arches and my pansy weak ankles. I'm super jelly of the people that have those mega-bright fluorescent or 1980's neon colors athletic shoes. I'd rock me some bright, see-me-with-the-Hubble-Telesco
pe green trainers if I could! A girl can dream... in the meantime, these babies do the job. Thanks, New Balance, for being off the f***in' chain!
As you can probably notice, I have somewhat lost my mind today. I got up to get ready for my counseling session and my psychologist had an emergency come up and had to cancel on me last minute. :-( Of all weeks, too, huh? So, she's going to check her appointment schedule to see if she can fit me in early in the week instead of waiting until next Friday at our regularly schedule meeting. Instead, my bro's gf and I went to Starbucks for a coffee and pastry. I had a mini-session with her and cried in public. During the morning rush. Again. I guess I'd be embarrassed under normal circumstances, but depression and lost emotions aren't normal. No only do I feel played, but I'm so sad at how easy it was for him to treat me like a piece of nothing and then walk away from a 6 or 7 year friendship. I hope it was worth it to him, 'cuz it sure wouldn't have been to me. Then again, I'm equipped with a heart and soul.
So, I also forced my self to train again. Hoping for another boost of anti-depressant interval run-induced endorphins. Maybe that's where all the sarcasm is coming from. My mom came along with me and rode her adult trike. It was nice having her join. She's gained a lot of weight and needs to get out and move, so it was good for her to go. Maybe she'll do it more. I dunno what the deal is with the phone service in my area (oh yeah, it SUCKS) so my phone's GPS couldn't get a lock on me and my numbers for this got a bit screwed up, so I had to come home and do some math. And I hate math. Anyway, according to my calculations, I did slightly better this time around than on Tuesday's training. Went from just over a 16 minute mile to somewhere around a 15 mile. I did discover that I think I've been training slightly wrong, so I'll be adjusting for my next training day (tomorrow, I guess). The wording for the training here on Spark is a little ambiguous, so I misunderstood my instructions... Now I've got some clarity and understanding. Will be adjusting accordingly.
This weekend the goal is to make a space in the living room to get the treadmill in. Then I won't have to breathe in the dust and dirt and pollen and factory air and crop dusting pesticides and whatever else is in the air in this "wonderful" place. Meh, who am I kidding? That crap is in the house, too. But, at least I can do my training in a more controlled way in a more controlled environment. With less risk of shin splints.