Today in a nutshell: Happy, Tired, Really Sad, Really Frustrated, Really Sad again, Ran REALLY hard, Scared, Tired, Happy.
Okay, that was a pretty big nutshell and probably confusing. To sum it up, this day was exhausting. I didn't want to run at all. I felt fat and lazy and like I wanted to crawl in my bed and cry myself to sleep. Then I remembered that I don't want to be on anti-depressant drugs. Running is my new Prozac.
Aside from a Jeffrey Dahmer look-a-like watching me in the gym, I had a splendid time. Again, I thought I was hardly going to make it to a mile, but got to two. Hopefully when I go again on Wednesday I can bump it up some. I honestly feel completely maxed out every time I hit that 2 mile mark.
My husband's brother's girlfriend is a personal trainer and knows her stuff. I asked her if she could throw together a little diet/meal plan type situation for me. I am not stupid. I know that eventually I will hit a wall with how far I can go because I am so large and in charge. Sure I have lost some, but when was the last time you saw an overweight person finish at a marathon? I need to step it up a notch.
On a sad note, my best pal, Denise has to withdrawl herself from all of the running and training and future races. She is just battling some wee health issues at the moment and needs to take it easy. I love her to death and pray she will be feeling better in no time. Much love, Palmade.
Don't fade Kristy. You can do this. I have faith in you. Just remember how good you feel about yourself when your done with your work out. Love you, Cathy
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