Accountability challenge

Earlier last year I posted something I called the Accountability Challenge. Basically, once a week I posted what my weekly training schedule looked like, then reported back about how well I met my challenge. If I failed, then you all would see me fail. I'm not big on public embarrassment, so I pretty much stuck to it. For the most part.

I'm doing it again. And I want anyone else who wants to be held accountable for their weekly training/goals to do it with me. So here's my plan. Every Sunday I'm going to post my weekly workout schedule and any goals I've set for myself that week. The goals can be anything from "eat sweets only one day this week," to "study an extra hour per day," to "run with my dog 3 times this week," etc. etc. They don't have to be fitness related, they can be whatever I want. Then a week later I'll do quick weekly recap and y'all can make fun of me, boo me off stage, get on my case if I didn't meet my goals. Like I said, I don't do well with public embarrassment so if I happen to FAIL one week, you bet your ass it isn't happening again. Who wants to play?!

In other news, I'm still in training for the Gate River Run 15K which takes place in *gasp!* 10 days. Well, THAT crept up on me fast. I'm not nearly as ready as I'd like to be, but I'm gonna go ahead and blame the injury on that one. Okay, Injury isn't 100% to blame. Lazy and Procrastination each get at least 10% of the blame, too. (What's that I heard you say? I'm to blame? Hahaha. That's funny.) Anyway, training continues.

And in some other big news, my husband left me. No, no, no, no. Not in the "he left my ass because he hates me" way. I'm talking about in the "he left to spend 2 months in Vegas as a PT intern" sort of way. Whew. Glad it wasn't the former. It's true, though. I'll be alone in Florida for the next 8 weeks and I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind and attitude around it. He's been gone less than 24 hours and I already miss him like crazy. Like, crazy crazy. It's just sad. :( It's funny, you get so used to depending on your significant other for certain things, and when he/she isn't there anymore it's like, "Well, what do I do now?" As if you were never even capable of doing those things yourself, say, when you were single. Computer problems? Husband's job. Picking up dog poop? Husband's job. Bills? Husband's job. Cheering me on at the finish line? Husband's job. At least it's only 8 weeks, I suppose.

(OMG!!! As I was typing this, my towel hanger in the bathroom just fell off the wall!!! Household repairs? Husband's job!!!! What the hell am I going to do now?! Eff my life!)

I need to go running.