tesy
4 months ago
I went to bed hungry. Don't feel bad for me. Remember the muffin, hamburger, french fries, mikes and ikes. I added some peppermint bark, grilled cheese and spinach sandwich, spoonful of mac and cheese, and a spoonful of cornbread dressing, and a fun size pack of m & ms
I was hungry by 8:00pm.
Luckily for me, I made the mistake of stopping at the mall on the way home yesterday to pick something up. I decided to try some clothes on. Nothing like standing in a dressing room in a sweaty state of frustration to give you a dose of reality.
126.6lbs on a 5ft frame is not a good look, no matter how that 126.6 is distributed
Making progress. Only a small limp left. Can almost put all my body weight on my left leg. Still having hip fatigue/pain from walking too far or too fast.
That's the number of miles I am going to miss my 800 mile goal by this year. After my last physical therapy session I was told I would run again but it wouldn't happen this year.
And this one in December

Still limping and in pain and starting to feel feverish I went to the doctor Friday. She said if you want to run again you need physical therapy. So off I went to physical therapy where I tell my tale and I am happy to say nobody has treated me like a crazy person for finishing a race injured.
Did I mention that the 2:58 time included 2 bathroom breaks where I continued to demonstrate my skill for picking the slowest line possible, as well as a stop at all but one water table, the orange slice stop, the Luna bar stop, and the chocolate stop.
I forget why I don't like big races until we start and then remember, crap the crowd. I think it was something like mile 4 before the masses started to thin out and you weren't running into people. It's so hard for me to get a good pace going.
I dreamt that I was late to the half marathon, I was running with a friend who isn't a runner, and we kept getting delayed visiting people's houses. We were only three miles in and it was getting dark because it was getting late and I kept thinking I am not going to get my necklace. Either it was too much beer before bed or I am experiencing a little anxiety about my upcoming trip to San Fransisco.
Right now I am resisting the urge to panic. It's about 3 weeks till the Nike Half and I was hoping for a somewhat easy 12 miles. It just run, tomorrow could be a how different game right?
These are my new shoes. We're having a little problem with rain here in the Atlanta area so I haven't tested them outside yet. I did test them on 4 mile treadmill run and they passed. Thank goodness, last thing I need is shoe issue so close to a half that I may only be semi ready for.
One month till the Nike Women's Half Marathon. I am hoping to get in 12 miles this weekend, if I can find a block of rain-free time.
I finally made the time committement and did an 11 mile neighborhood run Monday. I'd like to take credit but the credit really goes to Penny who was in head through out my run. Thanks Penny!
Why I'll never really be a long distance runner - time commitment. It's not that I am too busy, although I am busy. It's the anxiety of knowing that I will need to spend the next hour or two running rather than cleaning, doing laundry, getting to work, sitting on my butt watching tv, or just being accessible to the world at large who may need something at any given minute. An hour, that's all I have to give. That's my time threshold. I'd love to change it and I hope to chip away at it because everyone should be able to dedicate time for themselves to do the thing they love.
Today was my first official weigh in since I missed last weeks meeting due to a funeral. -1.8 pounds. Move the decimal and you get 18. I swear I am developing an intense dislike for the number 18.
I am not much for pre-race expos but I saw that SPIbelt was going to be at the Peachtree Road Race expo and I had read about the small personal item belts at Katy Shops so I thought I would check it out. I was espcially interested in the water resistant SPIbelt because I had grand plans of taking my blackberry and tweeting and posting pictures to facebook through out the race but I ditched that idea at the being of race.
Let's see the last time I had a good race photo taken was a... NEVER!
I had planned to post prior to the race but have been in the middle of a move so things are a bit out of whack. I ran 4 miles on Thursday and took Friday off.





Back of the pack. The race starts at 7:30. I promise you I didn't start running to 9:30! However, when this year's packet arrived last week, or maybe the week before (lazy blogger) this is what I saw
That's you treadmill! Last week's long run on you seemed easy giving me a false sense of running power. Reality hit on this weeks hilly 8 mile outside run. Ouch, my shins hurt and my body is so stiff I feel like an old woman. And that was with a few walk breaks.
