Wednesday. The middle of the week. As is typical, I’m dragging.

Did not feel like running after work. Went anyway. So far, I’d like to think I’m refusing to allow that stupid job to drag me down and wear me out. If I want to wear myself out by jogging, fine. If I want to feel dragged out because of cutting out Coca Cola and junk food, fine. But that job… it isn’t worth it.

So yeah, I jog-walked, twelve kilometers today. I was so annoyed with myself for feeling so tired and crappy I pushed myself to feel even more tired and more crappy. Somehow, my average pace, according to the Nike+ Sportwatch, was 7:34 / km.

Only one Coca Cola today.