Beer, the Great Motivator

I probably wouldn’t have run tonight if my husband hadn’t decided to bottle his home brew with his homeboy tonight. Last week they brewed; this week they bottle. They’re calling it Baby Brew in honor of the friend’s wife having a baby girl any second now. Not wanting to put myself around pregnancy (or beer) i decided to stay home…and run.

Again, the treadmill called my name. I had a book in my hand. But, the treadmill called louder. Called me names like whimp so i got on for the ride. Then the tread got mean. Started saying i was a slow poke and a rookie. Truth was, i was feeling lazy and couldn’t seem to find anything faster than 11.2 mile/hr. I don’t know what made me do it but i decided to hide the speed readout under a towel and let my body really tell me how fast to run. Every 5 minutes i upped the speed by one. By the time it was all said and done i had logged 2.89 in 30 minutes. Okay, so it wasn’t a 10 minute mile, but it was close. Better than 11.2, am i right? So, thanks to some beer brewin’ i was able to put in another (sorta) 3miles!

Favorite song of the night: Heat of the Moment by Toto