I'm feeling overwhelmed with stuff. The new NJ.com blogging job is a blast. It's a gig that's got my name all over it. Writing, saving money, chit chatting with people about all kinds of stuff when it comes to shopping and deals - bring it on, but, it's a week in which I moved to a new house and I just feel like my plate is starting to over-flow.
Today I ran for about a half hour. It was nice. It was probably a little shy of 3 miles and I really need to get motivated for pushing myself a little more. I feel like I'm copping out on these 20-30 mins runs. I guess they are better than nothing but not really a good excuse for slacking. Although, I truly believed my run was longer (and further.) I got totally faked out.
I run without a watch. Since this was my first time running around the new town and I kind of lost myself in a maze of neighborhoods - I lost track of time. It didn't seem like I was out there too long but when I passed a clock in the middle of town and it read 10AM (exactly a half an hour since I had left the house) I believed it. I figured it took me another 15 mins to get home so I guestimated that I had been running for about 45 mins by the time I got home. I was wrong. The clock was broken and I had only run for a 1/2 hour. C'est la vie.
I'll try again tomorrow.