Running. And running out of time before the races we’re planning to run come about. We were planning on September 4th as my husband and daughter’s big racing debut. Turns out that too good to be true race at the University my husband works for is no longer employee only. Now it’s employees and family and we’re all signed up to run together August 28th. That’s soon. Like really soon. Then a week later we’ll still be running on 9/4.
I also don’t know why with time about to catch up and overtake me, this has been a completely hideous week of running for my whole household. I take that back. Monday we rocked out! Then Tuesday we sucked, and I cut a mile off the end of my run because my calves were hurting too much. This morning, both my husband and I were having so much calf pain that we only did one mile… and walked more than half of it.
It could be said that trying to run 3 days straight was a pretty silly idea, especially after pain on day 2. Now we know.
It’s also no surprise that my running shoes have hated me since day one, and now they’re 3 months old, and I decided against replacing them before these upcoming races. It was a monetary decision, and likely the right one, but damn I’m sick of pains from these shoes! So those are on the top of my list when it becomes a good idea.
Today I took the kid for haircuts. My hairdresser is a friend of mine. Probably the only friend I’ve made in 10 years of living here, and yeah… it’s not like we hang out all the time. But she’s a friend and when we get to see her it’s catch up time. This time I hadn’t seen her since April because we’d just been growing our silly hair out long anyway, so why not spare some finances and not cut our hair all summer? Today we walk in and my hairdresser friend is skinnier than she was when I first met her. She hadn’t started trying to lose weight until after the last time I’d seen her. I guess my reaction was similar to how people used to react to me when I dropped 60+ pounds over the course of a year. I wonder if I get points from MizFitOnline on how to give a compliment rather than how to take a compliment because I sure complimented all over her. And not in a jealous way. I’m so proud of her. Not to mention she was always one of my biggest and most gracious complimenters herself.
It did however open my eyes to just how badly I want to get back to where I was after a year of 30 pound gain back after the whole quitting of smoking thing last summer. And all the talk lately with my husband about what I should consider doing with the rest of my life and the whole yoga instructor dreams and the what about physical therapy or something to do with sports medicine conversations. And how I won’t be pursuing at least the fit little yoga instructor part until I find a way to shed this weight again. So the goal I think is to try this diet. I’ll be starting in early September, post race around my husband’s birthday. Not going to discuss the particular diet yet as it’s a bit more extreme/controversial than I thought I’d be willing to try at this point in the healthy living/weight loss journey. I’ll talk about it once I get it started and as I go through it. I’ll need to talk about it then. Right now I need to not talk myself out of it. It’ll mean giving up a lot of things I live on. Like those stupid caffeine free diet dr. peppers. And most food. I’m going to need support through that I think. But I’ve given up fun eating before, and said caffeine, and said cigarettes. So I can do pretty much anything if I set my mind to it. And if this method doesn’t succeed in resetting my body so I can lose this weight that wants to cling, then I’ll just go back to another method or find a new one until something does work.
I can’t keep giving up anymore.
I can’t make any of these dreams/plans/goals a reality with this much extra weight hanging on.
I’m never going to run as well as I’d like to while carrying around this much weight, no matter what shoes I’m wearing.
And it’s all ok. And I’m worthy of compliments. And I’m going to make things happen, one way or another.
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