(last night’s) Workout: Ran outside 3.65 miles (34 minutes) 9:18 pace / Ran on the treadmill 1.6 miles (9:41/9:31 pace) – 5.25 miles total
Last night’s run was a good one and I didn’t even know it until I was done. After 3.65 miles outside, I had to go to the little girl’s room but the bathroom doors were already locked at the park. So, I had to cut my run short and go home. Don’t neglect the bowels, people.
After I did my biz at home, I hopped on the treadmill for a little more mileage. I was really surprised by my 9:18 pace since I’ve barely been running in the past month and a half. To be honest, it makes me a little giddy. 🙂
Also, I think I saw one of my old professors from college walking his dog but I didn’t wanna seem like a total creepster and call his name since it was getting dark and I was running past him at the SPEED OF LIGHT. (Speed of light is 9:18 by the way.)
The first day of Operation: Look-Hotter-Than-The-Girls-In-My-Fitness-Class went well. I only had one can of pop (instead of 4) and NO peanut butter (a minor miracle), a turkey burger for dinner (more good fats), and my snacks were hard-boiled eggs and light Babybel cheese instead of Reeses eggs and cheesecake.
Today, lunch was a grilled turkey salad from Pita Pit. I asked for double meat, which I guess means “more meat than lettuce.” Not the wisest decision. Next time, no double meat.
I swear there is a salad under there. Also, check out my stuffed Peep because it’s awesome.
For dessert, I had this:
The gum is good and keeps its flavor for a long time. But, bloggers who tell you that dessert gum is a great substitute for something sweet when you really want it are full of shit.
Now, on to today’s three things. Things my mom wouldn’t let me do until I turned 18. (This post was inspired by Lisa’s post today, but I have no idea how.)
1. Eat Pop-Tarts. She wouldn’t even allow them in the house. When I would ask for them, she would say, “you can buy them yourself when you’re 18.” So, I did.
I ate a whole box. It was rather anti-climatic too because I built up years of remembering how good they were and then I was let down. I ate the whole box anyway because I could.
2. Get my ears pierced a second time. I had them pierced the first time when I was 11. I wanted them done twice and begged for it. My mom hates ears pierced more than once. So, I got the “not until your 18” speech again. Right after I turned 18, I went to visit my Dad in Chicago. He had plans the night I came in town, so he gave me his car at the airport so I could drive myself home. Did I go right home? No. I found the first jewelry store I could in downtown Chicago and got my ears pierced a second time.
Now, I can’t wear anything but real gold in my second hole or they get really irritated (hey, a time when that doesn’t mean something dirty!), so I rarely wear earrings in them. (Perhaps that’s Mom Karma? Marma, if you will.)
3. Crap. I can’t think of a third thing. Umm. Take a look at a picture of me with something random from my desk.
Whew! That was close. I bet you almost noticed I had only 2 things.
Tonight, the hubs and I are meeting up with our personal trainer again. I can’t wait to see what part of my body he will torture tonight. My arms and lats STILL hurt from Monday (I can’t straighten my arm fully without bicep soreness). I think only the waist down is fair game tonight. What?
Tell me about something that your parents wouldn’t let you do when you were younger?