It's once again 9pm on a Friday and I just got back from running 4.5km, and I HATE RUNNING. I cannot stress this enough, I despise running with everything in my body. I want to like running, I wish I liked running, but I can't stand it. I can't think of any form of exercise I hate more (except maybe burpees on a medicine ball...those are pretty awful too).
Tonight, I forced myself to run around the lake behind our apartment not once, not twice, but three times. I admit, I'm using the term 'run' a little loosely, I run/walk/jogged around it three times, but I was definitely running/jogging more than I was walking.
Cardio is the thing that always stalls my weight loss, I hate doing it and it hates me and therefore I plateau and can never get over the hurdle. I'm determined to not do that this time, so I force myself to run. Tonight I'm rewarding my efforts with a treat - a Somersby Cider. I've been craving it since I got home from work so I decided to bribe myself, I had to earn that cider, so I did.
Stupid Lifestyle Change.