That's right. Another round of Week 2.
Yesterday sucked out loud and today is sucking even worse. Seriously. The only good thing I can say about today is that, for the first time, Week 2 didn't make me want to die. It could be a combination of things; I (stupidly) put off my run until after swimming, so it could be that my muscles were nice and warmed up by the time I made it out to the track. I was also in an incredibly bad mood. Perhaps I was too busy thinking about the things that pissed me off to really pay attention to how long I was running.
Whatever the reason, I went out there and did it and I didn't want to die. At all. It was raining, too!
This morning I got up, ate a banana and then went swimming with my mom and her caregiver. I almost took my own car and met them there, but my mom said they didn't have any errands to run and would be going home straight afterwards.
Famous last words.
We didn't get back here until 1:30. Corinne had so many stops to make, and she dilly dallies, so I was in the back seat trying not to scream in frustration. It was my own fault for not driving my own car to the pool.
Also, on the way home, it started raining. I was determined to run despite the weather, though. It was 54° out there. Not a lot of wind, just lots and lots of clouds. I ate a Banana Nut Odwalla Bar, drank some water and the headed down to the track. I wore my tank top, workout pants, rain jacket and baseball hat. It was ever so slightly drizzling when I got there, but it stopped soon enough.
The run was lovely. Still hard, but not as grueling as before. It was shitty and overcast out there, but there was mist off in the mountains and trees. Very beautiful.
So I'm feeling pretty confident that I can give Week 3 a shot next week. I'll have to see how it goes.
Finally, here’s how fat I currently am. That’s the shirt I was too chicken to wear to my friend’s brother’s Hawaiian-themed wedding in July. These days it’s not quite so snug. The green pants I’m wearing, they used to be too tight on me as well. Now I find I have to pull them up a bit when I’m walking around. I took this picture (via my Mac’s Photo Booth) a little while ago. My friend Ian sent me the piñata, which I picked up from the post office this morning. It’s an inside joke from one of our many trips to Target during the Gathering in August. Finally, something to smile about. I needed that. Anyway, I didn’t notice until a few minutes ago, but in that picture, you can see my biceps and deltoids. My arms are still totally flabby and gross (like the rest of me), but tone is there where it once wasn’t. Slowly but surely, I’m unfatting myself!
Yesterday sucked out loud and today is sucking even worse. Seriously. The only good thing I can say about today is that, for the first time, Week 2 didn't make me want to die. It could be a combination of things; I (stupidly) put off my run until after swimming, so it could be that my muscles were nice and warmed up by the time I made it out to the track. I was also in an incredibly bad mood. Perhaps I was too busy thinking about the things that pissed me off to really pay attention to how long I was running.
Whatever the reason, I went out there and did it and I didn't want to die. At all. It was raining, too!
This morning I got up, ate a banana and then went swimming with my mom and her caregiver. I almost took my own car and met them there, but my mom said they didn't have any errands to run and would be going home straight afterwards.
Famous last words.
We didn't get back here until 1:30. Corinne had so many stops to make, and she dilly dallies, so I was in the back seat trying not to scream in frustration. It was my own fault for not driving my own car to the pool.
Also, on the way home, it started raining. I was determined to run despite the weather, though. It was 54° out there. Not a lot of wind, just lots and lots of clouds. I ate a Banana Nut Odwalla Bar, drank some water and the headed down to the track. I wore my tank top, workout pants, rain jacket and baseball hat. It was ever so slightly drizzling when I got there, but it stopped soon enough.
The run was lovely. Still hard, but not as grueling as before. It was shitty and overcast out there, but there was mist off in the mountains and trees. Very beautiful.
So I'm feeling pretty confident that I can give Week 3 a shot next week. I'll have to see how it goes.
Finally, here’s how fat I currently am. That’s the shirt I was too chicken to wear to my friend’s brother’s Hawaiian-themed wedding in July. These days it’s not quite so snug. The green pants I’m wearing, they used to be too tight on me as well. Now I find I have to pull them up a bit when I’m walking around. I took this picture (via my Mac’s Photo Booth) a little while ago. My friend Ian sent me the piñata, which I picked up from the post office this morning. It’s an inside joke from one of our many trips to Target during the Gathering in August. Finally, something to smile about. I needed that. Anyway, I didn’t notice until a few minutes ago, but in that picture, you can see my biceps and deltoids. My arms are still totally flabby and gross (like the rest of me), but tone is there where it once wasn’t. Slowly but surely, I’m unfatting myself!
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3 comments:
I actually noticed the muscle in your arm before you mentioned it. Keep up the good work!
i like to think about things that piss me off when i run.
is there a tool that calculates that "miles, time, avg pace" thing you had at the start of your last entry?
also, you are totally getting buff! well done.
Thanks, Christie!
Jan-- Cool Running calculates all that when I log my runs there. I'm not entirely sure how accurate it is, since I really have no idea what I'm doing. Here, I'll put up a post about it!
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