c25k week. When I say bad I mean a nonexistant c25k week in which I let the reins go and fell off the wagon at week 5. Last week was pretty chaotic what with moving. This week I am in Dallas. I have a a vision of how the week should have went. It would have been better for me if I had kept my sleep pattern consistant, woken up, dressed, and just gone out and did it. I can see that so clearly in my mind. I can see the habits that I want to instill in myself to make the changes that I want to see but I fell down flat on my face. I have it in my head that I will move on to week six. Week six in the Get Running program on my phone starts out with run 5 walk 3 run 8 walk 3 run 5. Part of my brain says dont hook back up with that do w5r3 which is run 20 with no intermediate walks, If I could run 20 the woohoo! It would be a good test. That isn’t where that comes from though. I know where that thought comes from. It arises from the voice that says something like, “a big dummy. You fell off the wagon now you need punishment. You chicken sh@t, go run the whole half hour barefoot with a weighted pack…” I don’t know what I am going to do today becaus there are three voices speaking with passion in my skull and I am not sure which one with which I am going to identify.
Sodium, man. I use two premade spices predominantly, and . The sodium content is a barge load. What I am going to have to do is make my own seasoning mix without the salt. One more thing to excise from my life. No biggie. The benefits far outweigh the perceived costs.