I just wanted to say thanks to all of you who commented on the picture of my ass in this post a couple days ago. Not the point of the picture, but I’m going to take all your compliments, let them inflate my ego, and pretend I’m better than everyone else. I hope you’re all happy at what you’ve made me become.
So, to give you an update: I’m doing pretty well on my little diet. Or lifestyle change. Whatever you want to call it. I’ve lost a couple pounds but nothing major. I’m still eating lower (but not ultra low) carb and I’ve been really good at avoiding sweets (for me). I still have a Reese’s cup or a fun size candy bar type thing after lunch so I don’t get crazy, but I’m not shoving 20 peeps and a cupcake in my mouth at once, so we’ll call that progress.
Last night, I pulled out my old Asics Gel Cumulus 12s, that I don’t really love and don’t really hate, for a speed run.
I bought some spiffy new laces because the ones that came with the shoes were way too short, so it was hard for me to double knot them. I found these laces on Amazon and am apparently color blind because they don’t match at.all. Dumb.
I left my security blanket, also known as the treadmill, and went outside for my very first speed run. This probably would have never happened if it wasn’t for this girl’s post telling me how to actually use my Garmin. I guess at some point you actually need to follow the instructions on the Garmin. I had it set for 6 quarter mile intervals with a 1:30 timed rest and what I got was 6 quarter mile intervals with a quarter mile distance rest, so I had to press lap to shorten all the rests. Then I accidentally added a 7th interval (Lap 14) when I should have been in cool down. Not only am I color blind, but I can’t count. Or read.
Long, lame story short – I did a speed run.
Ooohhh, look at that! It’s like a “seven” party up in there. I like it!
Afterwards, I did a cool down mile at a 9:09 pace, which is close to the pace I need to run to PR this weekend. I can’t see that happening for 13 miles unless my future third husband, Jensen Ackles, is running just out of reach in front of me.
And even then, he might need to be holding a cupcake.
In the meantime, I need to find a cute new outfit to wear for the race.