This is the one I don't want my husband to see.
I knew that damn pack of cigarettes I just had to have in Vegas 4 weeks ago was eventually going to bite me in the ass!
Yes I smoked the whole pack.
All 20 of them.
And paid about $7 dollars too much for them. But I didn't care that the lady said $9 when she handed them to me. I had a fantastic buzz and damn it, I was going to smoke.
Today, my lungs hate me. My taste buds even hate me. The shit that has been flying up my esophagus is the most foul tasting junk I have ever had resting on my tongue. And little did I know, my gag reflexes have become so strong in my older age!
I've thrown up twice today.
I decided that after about a month and a half off, I was going to start running again. I was talking about it yesterday in a meeting with some co-workers and wouldn't you know it, someone who came from out of town found a great place to run and invited me to run with him.
Why the hell do I not know how to say NO? I can't do it. It's not in me at all to say no.
This guy runs 7 days a week. Every. Single. Day. And, I'm not talking the little 2 miles that I was planning on starting out with. I can guarantee you he runs about 10-15 miles a day.
My stupid fat ass said I would go run with him this morning.
One of my greatest qualities is that when I say I'm going to do something, I do it. I never back out.
Today, I wish I would have backed out.
First, it was like 30 degrees outside. And, I love the cold weather but remember the fucking entire pack of cigarettes I smoked 4 weeks ago? Right. My lungs were already pissed at me for that. Add the nice cold crisp air stabbing me in the chest and I'm not really a happy camper.
But, I did it. I committed myself to meet him at 4:45 a.fucking.m and we ran.
Well, he ran and I jogged. Most of the time. Because I had to walk when I almost threw up. Six times.
He ran circles around me. Literally. Like, I was running around the lake, and he was running around me running around the lake!
I cannot move a muscle in my body. I feel like I've been run over by a steamroller. The smokephlegm is just multiplying up my throat and I had to have my husband take my boots off tonight.
Guess what my dumb ass did today before I left work?
I'll let you know how tomorrow's morning run goes.....ugh.