After 29 years, youâ€™d think Iâ€™d know myself.
But yet, I go to the grocery store and convince myself that if I fill my cart with nothing but healthy stuff, Iâ€™ll be the healthiest person in the world.
I convince myself Iâ€™m going to become a morning exerciser.
Itâ€™s like I donâ€™t know myself.
But yesterday, I had plans to come out to NJ for Easter with my friend Lacey.
I have a hard time motivating myself to exercise when Iâ€™m at my parentsâ€™ house and in full-on relaxation mode (um, as full-on as a semi-neurotic New Yorker can really get). Add in a friend whoâ€™s not a runner?
Yeah, no way in hell was I going to get my run in today.
Yet I laid in bed for a good portion of yesterday morning, reasoning with myself how I could, indeed, get up before everyone else today and run.
Finally, I realized that there was actually no way in hell I would do that, and so I went out for my last 8-miler before the More/Fitness Half next week.
So, I putzed around until around 10:30, even though I had brunch plans at 12.
I had two choices: go to brunch sweaty or not run. Sweaty it was.
I ran down to Battery Park and back, and it was a gorgeous day.
I used to live in the Financial District when I started running, and running down there brings back all my happy memories of being a new runner and being so excited by every new running milestone.
Brunch wasnâ€™t nearly all the way back to my apartment, so I had to so some creative running to get in the rest of my 8 miles. I ended up running around the High Line,
elbowing dodging tourists, to finish at Rocking Horse CafÃ©, where I was meeting Emily.
Iâ€™m pretty sure I had sweet dreams of this breakfast burrito last night.
Whole wheat tortilla, eggs, avocado, hanger steak and panela cheese. And amazingness. I basically just ordered this as a vehicle to get some avocado into my mouth. $14.95 with a cocktail? And done. This was an awesome way to get in some carbs and protein immediately post-run.
Now, if youâ€™ll excuse me, there are some Jelly Bellys calling my name.
What have you finally admitted when you stopped fooling yourself?