|This little piggy ate Nutella dipped in animal|
crackers and went *urp* all the way home.
Nutella. Oh, my. Well, it's my sister-in-laws fault. She asks me to babysit, and has jars of this stuff just sitting there, in the cabinet. Found it by accident, I did. No really.
But after I looked it up, oh, my, god. I might as well be eating solid oreo filling. How on earth do they tell people that it's part of a healthy breakfast? Puh-lease.
11. After a whole year, would it surprise anyone that I'm settling in at work? It's like they've accepted that I'm sticking around, and now they joke with me good natured-ly. I feel comfortable there.
10. Lurking. De-lurking day is either last week or this one. I haven't figured out which. Either way, say Hi.
9. Coach Baboo said that he figures that if I get 50 miles a week that would be good. That breaks down to working my way up to weekend doubles, at least 20 miles each on Sunday/Saturday, leaving 10 miles during the week.
BUT. Since I'm not doing the doubles yet, then I have to run more during the week.
I need to figure out a way to run for an hour at work then clean up fast . Any ideas? I've mapped out a route near where I work that is mainly a residential street, and I can change in my office. I did a dry run this week. I need some way to clean up and be able to see people. Without making them pass out I"MNOTSAYINGTHATISMELL. Remember, I am a delicate flower. I'm just saying that fresh is good, but fresher is better.
8. Sweet baboo told me this week that my ass looked great. Can you believe that? You see why I married him? He just said that, spontaneously. I didn't even ask. He didn't even have to say it; he was already going to get lucky.
7. This past week, I pissed off a lawyer, a social worker, a probation officer, in one day, all over one kid. I've got enough friends. Don't need any more.
6. Saturday I headed out on a 20-mile run, but around mile 10 the ache in my Achilles, which I've tentatively diagnosed with Achilles tendonosis, began talking to me. Sharply. It said, "you will walk up those hills, missy." I cut the run short at 12 miles. Crap. I put my Achilles on a bag of frozen corn, and then consoled myself with some well-earned cake. New this week: it has a creaky feeling, like rope that has been stretched to far. So for the rest of the week: no running, lots of protein, gentle stretching, and heel cups in my flats.
yep. Sharp pain when running uphill. So, yeah. I walk uphill, and can jog flats as long as I keep my stride short and my feet under me. So the Ghost Town this weekend: I won't be breaking any speed records.
I spent twice as much, ate about 1/3 as much as I would have at the Super Feed, but it was pretty, and quiet, and better for me. I also had green tea and miso soup. *Pats self on the back*.
4. The RD for Ghost Town starts sending out weekly emails a couple months in advance of the race. A month before, it becomes daily. Then it becomes 4 to 6 a day. These are not short emails. Often they are a page-longer or more. Kinda looking forward to putting those behind me. Why? Because if you don't read each and every single one, and miss a detail, and mess up, then it's all, well didn't you read the email?
The email? Well, which of the forty was I supposed to have read to get this piece of information? I have a job, after all.
3. I was asked earlier this week what my plan for losing weight is over the winter, given that my training has slowed down dramatically. Well, I don't have a plan for losing weight over the winter. My plan is to maintain my weight over the winter. This time last year, I was 178 lbs, and that's when I joined Weight-Watchers. Today I am holding steady at 150, which is where I've been for 6 months. I'm doing pretty good, I think.
2. And I feel good. I get that I'm different. My clothes are smaller, and still need to be taken in. I feel that I am smaller when I go up stairs.
I just can't see it; does that make sense? When I look in the mirror I see the same me that I was a year ago. I'm caught off guard when people who haven't seen me express surprise. And I know it's just me, because when I see my reflection unexpectedly I see how smaller I am. But when I'm expecting it, I still see just plain, big ole' me. There's gotta be a pill for that.
1. I'll get lots of that next week - I'll be in class with fellow SocialWork students I haven't seen since last spring.
There will be much surprise, and ego-stroking. Ohhhh, yeah. I live for that *gasp* OMG, Misty, did you lose weight?
me: *blushing* huh? Oh, I guess. A little.
Yep, I'm manipulative, alright. Gotta use all that therapy school for something, right?
I shall enjoy it. >:-)