I can confidently say that both FGS and me are officially runners. Anyone who gets out of bed before 4 a.m. to run 8 miles is a runner, I don't care what anyone else says. Running is basically a habit now. It's just something that we do.
Check out last weeks running log:
Yep, we worked that sh*t!!!
That is something to be proud of!!!
What does not make me proud is my complete lack of weight loss. My complete disregard for what I eat. My seeming inability to track what I consume.
I know I need to. I know I should just "nut up", stop whining, get with it, put my money where my mouth is.
Problem is, I just can't find my "care", my motivation. Where the hell did it go?
If you run into it, can you send it back my way? Please?