Tuesday, February 27, 2007

victory is mine. in the sense that i didn't collapse and die.

i did 3.6 miles on the treadmill tonight! forty straight minutes of running! it's like i'm joan benoit over here.

or rosie ruiz. but whatever. i felt like a winner, and that's what matters, right?

much credit for my motivation to even drag my sorry self to the gym at all must go to the other kate, whose great post on physicality i just read today. thanks for the inspiration, kate! although i have to say, if i ever find myself following in your footsteps and playing a whole indoor soccer game and then doing a two hour spinning class afterwards just for kicks, i will ask some of my lazier friends and readers to knock me unconscious and drag me to the nearest drinking establishment, stat.


Kate said...

Aw, thanks! Glad you liked it. I love the idea of the blogosphere being a place for women to connect and realize we have absolutely no physical limits.

That doesn't mean always running 40 minutes, or playing soccer and spinning. But it does mean being inspired by all that our bodies can do.

And you ARE Joan Benoit!

Felipe said...

Ugh... all that effort. Good gods, why? Has Sweat ever done anything for anyone? C'mon now....

kate.d. said...

felipe, my dear, i had this whole comment written and then blogger ate it. sigh.

suffice to say that i hope you weren't actually up until 3:00 am re-organizing that closet! i was asleep by 10, what with the running and sweating and all :)