The course was great, the people were friendly and there was free watermelon at the end. That’s the good news. The bad news? It was a bazillion degrees outside (roughly) with 90% humidity and I was NOT ready for that. At all. I had to stop several times and walk, and eventually stopped trying for time and just tried to finish. Fortunately I wasn’t the only one suffering and I met a nice woman who was suffering from allergies and also unprepared for the heat. Now I’m trying hydrate because my head hurts but I don’t think I can hold anymore water.
I’ve never run a trail race before so I’m excited. 5 miles in the woods sounds awesome.
but the UPS and FedEx guys were both taken aback when they came to deliver the packages today. God bless summer clothes, and god bless my semblance of body confidence.
Tired of looking the way I do.
Tired of being envious of other peoples bodies.
I can look like that too.
Time to make a change.
Tired of feeling flabby.
Tired of being skinny fat.
Gonna try to start lifting things.
We’ll see how this goes.
that hyperbole and a half post actually made me cry. Remembering how bad it was at it’s worst is really painful. But I’m glad I went back there for just a moment. It made me appreciate how far I’ve come.
Like, I’ve gained 10 pounds in a few months before, so I know what that’s like. I have also woken up feeling like I’ve gained 10 pounds overnight. So, I’m trying to convince myself that there is explanation for how shitty I feel right now. The only thing I can think of is my increase in dairy milk consumption. I used to have milk problems but when I started buying milk at the Co-Op they seemed to go away, so I stopped buying almond milk (for me) AND regular milk (for my boyfriend). I think I’m gonna see how that goes for a while, and maybe I’ll stop feeling like a whale and maybe more like a dolphin.
Every time I run in my running flats a new muscle hurts when I’m done. First it was my achilles. Then it was my ankle. Now it’s my ass. My butt muscles are so tireeedddd.
I can’t wait to get a dog, so when I’m sad or anxious for no reason I can hug him and he won’t ask questions.
