best laid plans of mice and men

mileage today: 3.1

on the iPod: "four minutes (to save the world)" -- madonna

So the plan was to lift today. No running, just lifting. Arms, chest, and shoulders. Lifting is a relatively new thing for me, having only started back in the Spring. I've ran for going on 13 years, but never spent any time in a weight room. Started doing it to look bigger and quickly began to enjoy it. My buddy Wes Will is a great lifter and we're planning on meeting up when he gets back from Vancouver.

At any rate, I got home from work around noon and pounded a protein shake. The sun was shining hard and I thought why not get a quick miler in before lifting. Sounds great, right? Ten minutes of cardio. parking at the Fayetteville Athletic Club, I ran toward the Botanical Gardens. A mile and a half later, I began to realize that turning around soon might be a good idea. By this time it was too damn late, I was soaked and delirious from the blazing heat. It was somewhere in the 90's. Typical July day. I couldn't have been happier on the jog back.

Upon my return, I took a very quick water break and went straight up to the weights at the Athletic Club. I was ready and excited to start with my chest. Laid down on the bench with some warm-up weights that had been left behind. Thought about it for 45 seconds, got up, said to hell with it, and went straight to the pool to read. Maybe next time I won't run first. But probably not.