Didn't get a lot of sleep last night.
Woke up lying in a pile of cat vomit.
Ran anyway. Day 3 is officially my bitch!
I found out from my mom that church starts at 10 a.m., so I figured I had a pretty good chance of not running into anyone. I got down there a little after 9:00 and there were six cars in the parking lot, along with a huge "tour" bus. Godly music poured forth from out thine open windows.
Or something.
At least I had the track to myself. This time I ran on the inside lane, which is the lane I personally voted least likely to cause me to fall in a pothole and snap an ankle.
Much easier run today. I feel pretty damn good. Not sure if it's "good enough to start Week 2" good or "I'm not dead" good.
The wonderful news is, I've lost some more inches. I weigh myself every morning after I pee, but I don't sweat the numbers. The tape measure is my only friend, and so far it hasn't let me down. I've lost an inch and a half in the breasts and another inch in the hips and waist. Maybe someday I'll feel brave enough to post my weight, but for now I'll just say I weigh one hundred and really fat point four pounds.
What helped, I think, was that instead of thinking, "Gad, I've got seven more runs to go," I paid close attention to the muscles that were propelling me along the track. I concentrated on how good it felt to use those muscles. 17 years ago, I had an operation that changed my life. I won't bore you with the details, but basically, I stretched my right leg three inches. I spent some time in a wheelchair, upgraded to a walker and spent every day torturing my muscles with physical therapy, got bumped up to crutches and eventually I was walking on my own without any assistance. For those five months, I thought a lot about running, and promised myself I'd take it up after this Ilizarov thing was all over with.
I never kept that promise. Or at least, I waited almost 20 years to make good on it.
So now I feel pretty good about completing Week 1. Except I lost my clip-on sunglasses. That makes it the second pair I've lost in two months. I'm not one for losing things, so that really pisses me off. Hopefully I'll find them in the grass by the track on Tuesday.
Woke up lying in a pile of cat vomit.
Ran anyway. Day 3 is officially my bitch!
I found out from my mom that church starts at 10 a.m., so I figured I had a pretty good chance of not running into anyone. I got down there a little after 9:00 and there were six cars in the parking lot, along with a huge "tour" bus. Godly music poured forth from out thine open windows.
Or something.
At least I had the track to myself. This time I ran on the inside lane, which is the lane I personally voted least likely to cause me to fall in a pothole and snap an ankle.
Much easier run today. I feel pretty damn good. Not sure if it's "good enough to start Week 2" good or "I'm not dead" good.
The wonderful news is, I've lost some more inches. I weigh myself every morning after I pee, but I don't sweat the numbers. The tape measure is my only friend, and so far it hasn't let me down. I've lost an inch and a half in the breasts and another inch in the hips and waist. Maybe someday I'll feel brave enough to post my weight, but for now I'll just say I weigh one hundred and really fat point four pounds.
What helped, I think, was that instead of thinking, "Gad, I've got seven more runs to go," I paid close attention to the muscles that were propelling me along the track. I concentrated on how good it felt to use those muscles. 17 years ago, I had an operation that changed my life. I won't bore you with the details, but basically, I stretched my right leg three inches. I spent some time in a wheelchair, upgraded to a walker and spent every day torturing my muscles with physical therapy, got bumped up to crutches and eventually I was walking on my own without any assistance. For those five months, I thought a lot about running, and promised myself I'd take it up after this Ilizarov thing was all over with.
I never kept that promise. Or at least, I waited almost 20 years to make good on it.
So now I feel pretty good about completing Week 1. Except I lost my clip-on sunglasses. That makes it the second pair I've lost in two months. I'm not one for losing things, so that really pisses me off. Hopefully I'll find them in the grass by the track on Tuesday.
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4 comments:
I'm glad you're getting into this.
Hey, next time you lose some inches in the breast region, can you give them to me? I need some help in that area :)
Absolutely!
I'm glad I'm getting into this, too. I think I'm going to do another round of Week 1, though, just to be on the safe side.
Take as long as you need. Just make sure you go out there and do something.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, especially since I just bought a running shirt for four bucks. One of those "moisture wick" jobs; I just wanted something sleeveless to run in, so whatever. At first I felt kind of lame for delaying Week 2, but now I feel like I'm doing the right thing.
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