Personal Best

Tonight was the first time I have been on a real ralk in months. (For those of you who are new to Love Weights: walk + run = ralk. It sounds cooler.)

I drove home from Dallas today (random bad weather make-up day off from school), plopped down on the couch, and turned on old episodes of The Office on Netflix. Walter texted me that he was going for a run, and then I felt guilty and mopey and all those other I’m-a-blog-of-do-nothing feelings. (That’s why I keep him around.) Instead of getting of the couch, I sat at my computer, making a workout playlist. (If only that burned as many calories as ACTUAL ralking did.) When I finally decided to get my ass off the couch and use that rockin’ (ralkin’?) playlist that I so deftly created, I found that it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL outside. Austin decided to give us one more night of breezy, gorgeous weather right before sunset.

I turned on my new Spotify playlist, and I was amazed at how much it motivated me. Usually, I put on a Radiohead or Muse album, or I let Pandora do the work. Inevitably, that leads to me being annoyed with slow songs or songs I don’t like as much as others, or songs I’ve never heard, or songs I just DON’T WANT TO HEAR RIGHT NOW, PANDORA. HOW DARE YOU.

This new playlist allowed me to not ever worry that I wasn’t going to be completely happy with a song choice. I jammed out the whole way. I know it might not be everyone’s preference, but here it is – I’m proud of it:

(Use at your own risk. I like to be cursed at while I ralk. Weight loss uncensored, bitches.)

I put it on shuffle play, and smiled. For my entire ralk, I smiled. Even when I was gasping for air and I felt like someone was punch me in the side, I was jamming out to my music. The weather was ridiculous and the sunset was magical.

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I went a total of 2.5 miles in 38 minutes. Have I gone farther in previous ralks? Of course. With faster miles? Duh.

But tonight, I felt amazing. I felt joyous that I live in such an amazing place, thankful that I have lungs that gasp and legs that ache, and proud of myself for getting off the couch and taking care of my body.

By my standards – that’s a personal best.

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