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Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jig

65 min workout this morning.  I’m starting to have to get createive with my routes becuase I’ve hit almost every street in the housing area now and I’m “only” up to Podrunner Intervals Gateway to 8k week 4.  By the time I get to week 8 or 9 I’m going to have to start hitting the same streets over again… or chance running where I’m less comfortable (where there are fewer houses and fewer street lights and that does not excite me at all.

Now, I’m home and STARVING.  I think an egg sounds devine before my shower.

I’m looking forward to the weekend when I can run in the daylight again.

I was talking to one of the women that I did the Race for the cure with last year and she wasn’t sure if she was going to do the timed race this year or not.  I think, even though I’m not “officially” doing what normal people call runing (merely walking at 4.3 to 4.5 mile an hour if the lunch time treadmill is correct) I think timed is where I want to be.  I need to get ready and be more sure if I’m going to try for the half marathons… I don’t want to spend all that money (even if it isn’t a huge amount for the first race) and then end up being swept.

I realized, when I was casting a shadow in the streetlight, that I have a waist.  I’m not sure if it is becuase my butt is really big and my shoulders are broad or if I really do have a waist (Stacey, Clinton… at What Not To Wear… how do I tell if I have a waist???) .  I probably would notice it more if I wore the ‘bike’ shirts more often to run in.  I am glad that they are finally getting some use again (it has been well over a decade since they have gotten any use at all, and I’m finally back down into fitting them).

OH!!! and on the subject of being back down to something… I’m not 178 pounds… that makes my BMI 29.6 and I am back down to “merely” being overweight, I’m no longer considered obese… at least not for a few days until I eat the wrong thing or get my period and end up going back up over the very fine line that I just managed to get below… knock on wood…

Not Paying for the Same Ground Twice

We had an all hands meeting at work.  It was a pep talk… go team.  The primary theme was war movies.  Patton for the most part.   Shoot the donkies and push them off the bridge to get them out of the way…

One of the quotes that struck home with me, though was “I don’t pay for the same ground twice” (Patton quote).  One of my other favorites… Whether you think you can or you think you can’t you are right.

This morning was the first morning in about a week that I really got to work out… it was the first time I had the time to run.  Last week I tried to “do” the Gateway to 8k week 3 workout for the Podrunner Intervals.  I made about half the podcast and gave up.  It really did me in.  I thought I wasn’t going to be able to use the rest of the podcasts to work out to.  I was really depressed becuase I enjoy my workouts to this music even though it really isn’t music that I would pick out for myself.

This morning, I figured I would try one more time.  I was going to fall back to week 2 and work my way up to week 3 to see if I could ever do it, but I rememered the quote… I don’t pay for the same ground twice.  So, I turned on week 3 and set off.

I decided that I would push if I could (it was a beautiful morning for a run) and I was going to treat myself to my favorite trail (the road less traveled through the trees… gravel… hillier… creek… rabbits… trees).  By the time I made it to the creek, I realized that I was going to actually pull it off.  I was going to be able to finish at the quicker BPM pace… 1 min per interval longer.

Sweat… OH MY GOD I was sweating.  My sleeveless shirt was soaked, my bra was soaked… I drank my 10 oz water bottle… half of it half way through, half of it at the end when I was stretching.  I stretched out and felt fantastic.

Tonight… I have spent another whole satruday working on projects at work.  My eyes hurt, my head hurts but I feel way better about everything in general, and I feel better about myself.

Tonight… These little Hour… These twists and turns of fate…