I’m doing this modified Couch to 5K thing. Tonight called for a 25 minute walk. This creepy dude popped up on the trail out of fucking nowhere. I normally wouldn’t be freaked out…this is a tiny town full of sweet redneck people. The crime rate is pretty damn low and I’ve had years and years of martial arts. I don’t ever want to HAVE to use it. But the dude was wearing jeans. On a walking trail. It’s still like 80 degrees outside. And he shouldn’t have been able to catch me like that from where I was on the trail. It’s hard to describe, but it didn’t seem to add up. Anyway, my spidey senses were tingling so I picked up the pace. I walked as fast as I could without actually jogging. I was able to keep that pace up for four or five minutes. Pretty good for me. Anyway, creeper guy disappeared and I never saw him again on the turn around.
That gives me some confidence that next Tuesday when I’m scheduled to run 3 minutes, I can actually run 3 minutes. I know how pathetic that sounds. But I know me. And it’s a big deal.
Food was decent today. Not perfect but not near as bad as usual. I definitely do better when I eat at home. I didn’t even snack today.
It’s time for bed. I’m going to try to actually crash early.