This morning I got to the gym, but it was a very ordinary exercise session. I did some strength work on my legs (curls and one leg extensions), some chinups and then tried to do a new exercise Leanne showed me last week, a pec fly. Well, I just couldn't do it. I dropped the weight down from 5 kg to 4 kg and still my left arm was going everywhere. I'll wait for Leanne to show me again, so that I don't hurt myself.
I ended up quitting my workout. I rationalised it by telling myself I needed to catch a particular bus. Unfortunately, I know when I'm kidding myself. I was in such a slack mood that I nearly rang Murali for a lift but I decided to get off the bus an extra stop early and walk. I ended up with a good step total for the morning, so there was a bright side.
This evening I got back to the gym. I walked on the treadmill for half an hour. I did the aerobic training program at 6 km/h. I'm running with Leanne tomorrow morning, so I thought I'd better not run tonight.
I've been feeling really apprehensive about my run with Leanne. I am self-conscious about running in public. Before Leanne managed to get me outside, I was convinced that people would point and stare and that the pavement would crack up as I ran on it. It hasn't been that bad, thank goodness, but I find I only run outside on my own down in Melbourne.
I'm glad the day of the run has finally arrived, so that I can get it over and done with. We would have gone ages ago, but Leanne's been sick, the weather has been too hot, etc etc.
I've also got to choose a race to train for. I would like to do a 4km or 5 km fun run fairly soon. I just have to get up the courage to officially say "I'm running in that." It will happen!