So last night I did 3.74 miles. I was going to do 4, but the bank was going to close, and I had to stop at the grocery store. Still, pretty damn far. Farther than a 5k. And my pace is getting lower, even though I felt like I was dragging. But I'm getting back into the swing of things after not running, and this weekend is 7 miles. Phew.
Food still is a struggle. Like, when I worked out with Amy, and after we went and got burgers and fries. Eh, at least we tried. I do ok if I'm home, because I just keep refusing to buy fatty foods. Right now there is a piece (only 1! They evidently sell them in singles) of birthday cake for Adam for his birthday. It has survived the night, but I can't promise that it will make it any farther if he doesn't get here and eat it. I also ate a bag of steamed broccoli today. Who would have thought that I'd think of a meal as a bag of steamed vegetables and a soy patty? Eh, people change.
My friend Sibo im'd me today. We went to high school together, and he did track, really cool guy. My away message was about running four miles, and he left me this gem:
holy shiz lisa
4 miles? dang you're running further than I ever have
cross country was 5k, and that killed me
congrats so far
That's right. I'm beating out people that ran for fun in high school. Sibo, I do believe you made my day...
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