Well, since it is Christmas vacation and the only thing I have to really do is clean my house and work on the never ending thesis, I decided to get back out there and run. In fact, I just came in from a 1.8 mile run/walk, or as my friend Heather calls it - a wog. My shins are sore, my thigh muscles are screaming, and my brain is on that wonderful high that just can't be duplicated. I don't even want to think about how much I smell. I sweat. I am not a glistening girl. I am a full on need to take a shower sweat person. Unfortunately every towel I own is in the washing machine right now. Thankfully I live alone and the only one who has to smell me is the dog - and let's face it - dog breath ranks right up there with runner's sweat.
I've been doing more research on running and have read some more books. I subscribed to Runner's World, even though they made me mad with fish oil in a vegetarian soup. Look up the word people. I am anxiously awaiting my first issue. Of course, no magazine, but they did send me the bill. I also have a training log book and a beautiful calendar to look at. I put the calendar in the pantry so that when I want to snack on (non-existent) snack food, I see a dedicated person running through beautiful running trails that I can only dream of right now.
But the running is good. Slow but good. I'm not really sure why I stopped and started smoking, but I did. Now I just need to get myself back into shape. I lost four more pounds, but right now, I really want to start sculpting. It does me no good to be thinner, but still flabby. I am giving myself to February 14, 2010 to shape it up. It happens to be six months before the marathon.
I also have more than a long term goal in mind. This year I signed up to run in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. My cousin Marsha battles breast cancer and I am running for her. It feels good knowing that I am running for someone other than myself. What you do should be bigger than just your goals and ambitions.
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