Attempt #7: night run of the 2nd

I like porridge, but the porridge hates me. When I set out to write this blog I had a few things in mind. Firstly, I set out to entertain people because failure and self-deprecating humour is funny. Secondly, it was the easiest way for a tech-savvy wibbly-wobbly person like me to keep a diary/count/achievement log. Thirdly, I'm here to motivate people: yes, it's pretty damn hard to start, it's pretty horrible to find motivation to keep on chugging along but if I, a super-lazy and unmotivated unconfirmed-if-really-human can do this, so can you!

I also promised two things: that I will be censoring my language so that nobody would get insulted by my potty-mouth and that I will be brutally honest about the course of my runs.

Let's get to the second point right away. Tonight I felt kind of ill and quite tired. I adamantly decided that I've skipped at least a night of running and I should get up and run otherwise I'd get back in the habit of constantly postponing this endeavour. I chugged on some water, made me some of that sweet milk and honey porridge and set out to have a nice little jog.

Firstly, holy crap is it getting cold outside! Secondly, porridge didn't give me any super running powers this time around. What did it give me was that after running two circuits I felt very sick. I was actually about to vomit. I straightened myself up, started breathing deep and trying to walk it off. And guess what? It worked. I continued to run another circuit before deciding to stop testing my luck with the whole stomach-might-get-emptied-the-wrong-way-around situation and went back inside.

I feel absolutely super now! If this feeling continues through the morning then tomorrow/today is going to be a good day. Good night, dear readers!