I've been stressed this week. So, in spite of the rain, I stepped outside and ran 6.62 miles. I always assumed that it was seven miles, but Mapmyrun said that it was not. I was pretty apathetic when I started and spent the first mile or so walking and listening to the BBC on my IPOD. I also decided early on that I really had to pee, but there was really no place to go (church was locked and I did not want to take my chances with the poison ivy by the side of the road!) I told myself that it would be absorbed back into my system since I didn't bring any water.
I made it home wet from rain only, and I ran strong with no walking. I felt good finishing. As I walked around the block with Daisy to cool down, I thought about how good it really feels to finish a run - strong, proud, superior... Why does it have to be so hard to start?
I am going to try to run 2x week in the morning (days I don't spin). I don't have to go for any set time or distance - I just have to do it. I think I can.
AND - My weight this morning was 181.0... For all my complaints about not writing a food journal and not weighing in, I have maintained. I am thankful, but I won't press my luck. I am going to try anew to write down what goes in my mouth for the next week. Back to baby steps!
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