Fat to Fit to Fierce

Pink X’s

Crossing off those Pink X’s on the training calendar on my fridge makes me feel so good.  I guess it’s technically not the act of crossing them off that feels good, but knowing the obstacles that I usually have to overcome to earn the right to do so.  The schedule Saturday said I should complete 2 miles. However, Saturday, I took the day off. I didn’t even leave the house.  I just relaxed and did nothing.  I loved it.  My god-brother, begged me to make a breakfast casserole, since he was “dreaming about it.” But other than that, I just chilled and watched TV.  I didn’t really feel like I was “off” my training plan, because it really doesn’t matter if you walk/run Saturday or Sunday, as long as you get in the miles before the week is over.  Sunday, I got dressed, and Nyah and I got in the car to go to the park for a walk.  But, much to my disappointment, my car wouldn’t start.  It was hot, and I was frustrated.  I was tempted to go back inside.  I tried and tried to start it, but to no avail.  I was already sweating from sitting in the hot car, and Nyah was getting restless in the back seat since I could let the electronic windows down.  I decided to just walk around the neighborhood, despite potentially having to face stray dogs and scary people.  I remember the time I found what was like a hidden neighborhood a few blocks over.  I was in search of neatly manicured lawns and pleasant people that wave when you walk past.  As I stepped over broken glass and passed an unofficial dumping site, I thought I would never find the secret block.  Then, I rounded the corner, and there it was. It was kind of weird that I almost instantly felt safer.  I grew up in a quiet neighborhood where everyone knew each other and the doors were left unlocked as the kids ran from house to house.  So, I don’t think I’ll ever truly embrace the ghetto.  Anyway, for right now, it’s all a part of the plan, because when I move up an out, I’m Really moving up.  We walked up and down the block a couple times until the Nike iPod lady said I only had 1/2 mile left.  I turned around and headed back toward my house.  I was drenched in sweat and took that as sign that it was a job well done.

P.S.  My car key was worn, down and $125 dollars later, I have a new key. 

  1. Dontcha just love her annoying voice? The best thing I heard 3 weeks ago…400 meters left to go. I was hauling butt during my 2nd 5K race and thanks to her annoying chiming in, I shaved 2 minutes off my time! Some days that Nike iPod lady is all I need to get through it.

    Glad it wasn’t a major issue with your car. Car repairs suck. I have to haul mine back to the body shop because the paint is starting to peel like cheap nail polish!

  2. That is so funny, b/c when she says that I can’t really visualize “400 meters”, but I know it means I’m almost done!…I laughed and laughed when I read this comment, because I had some cheap polish on my nails, and I was thinking I knew I should’ve just used the OPI polish.

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