Better an outcast than... dead.

Well as you can see, this is my third day in a row. I am trying to make up for the next two weeks in case I can't blog. I cross trained this morning. It helps to have a home gym. I roll out of bed and onto the bench. I can start to see physical changes that I had once before but never followed through with to see what the final change would look like. Now I have no excuses to quit at my usual three month deadend. Plus I have a dress that I use to wear and would like to wear it again. Did I just say dress? This exercising is making me delirious.
I felt bad about eating that burger so last night I went to the store and grabbed as many fruits I carry and bags of lettuce and spinach and had a buffet of fruits and veggies for dinner. I should be quite regular come Friday. I had broccoli and cauliflower for my snack at work and I got the funniest looks. I told them I was taking one for the team while they ate their candy bars.
If any of you enjoy reading memoirs or books period, I am reading a book called: The Looniness of a Long Distance Runner. The adventures of a Londoner training to run the New York City Marathon from scratch. I forget the author's name, but it is hilarious. It begins, 'This all happened because I was drunk.' He goes on to explain his experiences in the gym, his first race and running in the countryside. 'Runners are...outcasts', he claims, ' but we are the ones that find the dead bodies in the woods.'
Ah well, my day is winding down. I am eager to run but it's too cold and my anxiety gets the best of me when I am in a hurry to reach the outcome. In this case, the marathon. I must keep myself from doing too much, too soon. Or too little, too late. Whichever.
Toodles!