Yesterday evening practically begged for a good run: it was overcast, so the sun wouldn’t be beating down on me; the temperature was much cooler than it has been; and there was a 0% chance of rain. Oh, and I just got some wireless headphones I was dying to try out! So I laced up my running shoes, went to a park with a walking/running trail, and got to work.
This run was much, much better than last Monday’s, when I felt like a zombie and just wanted to curl up in the grass and never move again. Last night I covered ten miles! My goal had been nine, but when I finished that and still felt a little left in the gas tank, I figured I’d go one more mile.
I stretched at the park, again when I got home, then took a nice, warm shower, but I am still a little stiff today. My legs are still wondering what the hell I did to them. Stiff or not, I am practically strutting like a peacock today, I am so proud of my run last night. Ten miles! Do you know how long it’s been since I was able to run distances like that?
I was disappointed on Sunday night, when my husband and I were ready to head out, and a jacket I grabbed from the coat closet didn’t fit. It was a size medium, and I’m not there yet. I don’t know why I even tried it on, knowing I am not down to a medium yet. At first I let it bother me, but then I told myself to knock it off. That jacket not fitting yet does not negate all of the progress I have made.
I am slowly adding items back into my wardrobe. Today I am wearing a top I haven’t worn in a very long time, because it was too tight. Now it fits just fine. The pants I am wearing today used to be snug in the waist, and now they are comfortable. And I know that jacket is going to fit again eventually, too.
Sweat & Sparkle 