Today was day two of C25K. Whew. I woke up yesterday a bit
sore, but manageable. Today I woke up a little more sore. After today’s run, I’m
feeling hella sore, but I made it! That’s what really matters. I just keep
telling myself that I just am one day closer to the day I won’t feel sore.
I have discovered two things while running with our work
running group, 1) I’m short and 2) I’m slow. I can’t manage to keep up during
the walking periods let alone the running period. I’m a bit surprised I haven’t
gotten bruises up and down me from all my different bits slamming against each
other. Is it possible that is adding to my soreness? My extra baggage is
resisting my weight loss journey by physically assaulting me every time I
jiggle.
During my run today, I witnessed a miracle. Yes, a miracle
actually occurred on my run today. How many people get to witness one in front
of their eyes? This miracle is that a hill magically appeared while I was
running. The hill was not there yesterday. However, today when I hit that hill
(during my running period nonetheless) I felt like someone had lit my legs on
fire! My poor abusive bum was also feeling the wrath of the new magical hill.
Argh. Note to self, try to avoid hill during running period on Friday.
I have new goals this week as well. Giving up sweets last
week wasn’t stellar…but I did say no a couple of times, so that’s a move in the
right direction. I’m going to continue last week’s goal of sweet moderation and
portion control. Although, I find the later more difficult after running and
breastfeeding. My body is like EAT AN ENTIRE PIZZA NOW!!!! Don’t worry. I’m not
starving myself or anything. I just attempt to curb it with some protein.
Although, I really just want to carb load. Probably not a good idea to eat 3.5
pounds of pasta prior to running. It was just add more stuff to jiggle around
in my body.
New goal this week is more of a healthy lifestyle choice. I’m
going to floss. I know. Crazy me! How will I ever do it!?!?
Okay. I’ll admit that when the dental hygienist asks me how
often I floss, I *may* say I do it regularly. Then she calls my bluff and I leave
the office with monster inflamed gums. (Oh, did I say regular? I mean I did my
annual flossing about 5 minutes before I walked in the door.)



