I ran this morning for the first time since Dec. 8th. Yes, you read that right. I’m here in Woodland Hills, and what the hell, it’s 34 degrees??? I go trotting down Fallbrook toward Oxnard, and I am seriously freezing cold.
I don’t care, because I know the longer I don’t run, the more I won’t run. I forced myself to put on the clothes, the shoes, my watch. I ran out to get my hat in the car, and when I put it on my head, it was a tad, um…chilly. Got my music, got going.
|Date:||12/27/2008 7:15 AM|
|Pace:||11:12 / mile|
|Shoe:||Mizuno Wave Renegade 4|
|Weight:||It’s POST CHRISTMAS…OINK!|
VO2 Max: 24.8
As I was running, or whatever it was called, I reflected that for the last three weeks, I’ve done *soft* exercise…Yoga, walking. Still eating. and Gaining. I was nurturing. I am the Oprah of my family. I have been up to 250 pounds of fun when I gave birth, to 155 when I married. And everything in between.
Running is the only thing that balances the pie-hole-fillage, as I could eat a hell of a lot and not gain weight…I ran so much this year (almost 370 miles), after not running for 25 years. Then the foot. I stopped. But, I didn’t stop eating, and here we are again.
New Year’s Resolutions are for amateurs. I start today.