Being a lazy punk

I did not work out today or yesterday. sigh. I'm such scum.

Oh well, I still got 29 weeks left. According to the experts, rest day is when you actually improve (or when your body starts to adapt to whatever punishment you gave it previously). If resting makes you a better athlete, I ought to be great. Har har.

Tomorrow, I think I will try out that pretty Experience Fitness gym on the Ave. It's clean and not too busy and well located and $24 a month ... but it doesn't have a swimming pool. Too bad. It might still be worth it if I had a job, because I could work out without having to kid myself about the weather. But anyways, when I investigated, the front desk guy invited me to come back and try the place out, so I may as well take him up on that and time myself on a treadmill. I'm hoping I can manage a 10:20 mile. Wouldn't be much, but it'd be a small improvement.

A definite sign that one needs to go running: general frustration and dissatisfaction with one's lot. This goes away when you've run a couple miles.