I somehow did not quit.
Like a sweaty boss.
From a grand total of zero miles in May.
Did I love it? NO.
Did I hate it a little bit less each day? A TEENY LITTLE BIT.
The main motivation?
Hello, what else is there? Food!!!
June was also the month of MyFitnessPal, which is so rad if you are someone who needs structure and accountability in the-stuffing-of-your-pie-hole-department.
If you don't move, and move a lot, for a lot of minutes and a lot of sweatyness, you are TOTALLY STARVING.
When I am starving, I am so, so, so, so, mean.
Meeting your calorie goal without some sort of daily cardio is dang near impossible.
To avoid the mean wife/ mom/ friend, I had to get my miles in. When you get your miles in, you get to add calories. When you add calories, you get TO EAT MORE FOOD.
My knees may hurt. I may feel old and broken. I'd rather be home in the air conditioning baking (and eating, obvs) cupcakes.
Instead I am going to keep moving. Like it or not.
So here is to covering ground. Here is to eating food.
Here is to 45 gross sweaty miles in July.