Hippy Chick
Last night I curled around my pillow with that kind of tired that is reserved for … Well… Really REALLY ridiculously tired people (I was going to say the elderly but that seemed rude, mothers seemed too exclusive, and really, we all get sooo tired from time to time! Exhaustion is not exclusive to one group. Ha ha!). I kept scootching around my bed, adjusting pillows, trying to get rid of this bump under me. No matter where I moved, there it was poking me. When I finally reached down to remove the offending object I realized it was my hipbone. My Hipbone. MY HIP BONE! Ha ha! It’s been a while since I’ve heard from her.
My skeleton IS in there!
Emerging!
Uncomfortable, yet cool.
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I was pleased today to see 247 on the scale every time I weighed in. I hit PMS and have been sitting at 249 ever since. It gave me great satisfaction to see the numbers drop back down. Hopefully this will mean another run of pounds dropped in the next short while.
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I ran today.
I felt triumphant as I burst out from my driveway. I headed down the hill, keeping stride, warming my muscles, feeling it. I kept my pace, pushed hard, harder, and harder still. Surely, I thought, this was going to be amazing. Surely, I will be in the upper tens, or at least the low elevens… I ended up with 11:48. I ran my route backwards and it was mostly uphill. I have to forgive that! It’s funny how I have gone from being thrilled at running half a block at all, to marveling in wonder at my 12 minute half mile, to being disappointed in an (almost) 12 minute mile. Silly ole me. I have to remember that I’m doing really well, that I only walked about a quarter mile this time (and then it was because my lower back cramped all up), that this is nothing to be ashamed of. I just think I’m feeling the need to start getting miles under me at decent pacing. I want to make sure I’m prepared to run for a few miles before I sign up for a few races. It will come. Patience, Grasshopper.
