I DID IT!!!!

Hell.

Yes.

I may have finished second to last (YOU GO, JEANETTE!!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!), but I'm still feeling pretty damned skippy about myself.

(I'll feel better when my legs stop screaming at me, though)

My goal of finishing in under an hour was WAY done. I finished with an official time of 57:01. My average pace was 11:36.

(Official time is coming from the 5K people, average pace is coming from my Running app on my phone. The app had me at a time of 57:06, so only a slight discrepancy, but can you blame me for taking the lesser?!)

And big congrats to my brother who finished second in his age group in his FIRST 5K!

(He'll be the first to laugh and tell you there were probably only two people IN his age group, but that doesn't discount his awesomeness! 27:03! Weeeee!!!!)

On a sad (ha) note, the 10K that I had signed up for without really comprehending just how much I would HURT after a 5K has been cancelled.

(The fact that yesterday afternoon Jeanette and I chickened out of it and pretty much made a pact to not show up and just let them have our money is not important here)

I'm going to save the larger distance for next year, when I'm more in shape, my endurance is better, and I'm (hopefully) quite a few pounds lighter.

I do believe my next 5K is September 8th in Brighton. I'll let you know after my legs get back to normal.

Oh Holy Crap

My first ever 5K is tomorrow morning.

I'm nervous.

I'm excited. But nervous.

I've been repeating to myself "as long as I'm not last".

My severe lack of motivation and training the last 3 weeks has caused this to become somewhat of a concern.

Is it against the rules to trip a fellow racer?

(Note: I am not racing anyone/anything here. Except last place. That bitch better watch her back.)

I would appreciate any luck wishing that you may wish to do.

I'm gonna need it.

Also, I will need my brother (who will undoubtedly finish about a half hour ahead of me) to revive me with beer at the finish line.

Here Goes Nothing

What is it they say about "best laid plans"?

(No, seriously, because I can't remember, and I feel like it fits this situation.)

The last few weeks have not been my friend.

I got a blister, derailed.

It got super effing hot, derailed.

Blister still hanging tough, derailed.

Vacation, I need the break from EVERYTHING, so...derailed.

Wake up the day after vacation so I can go out into the world and jog like it's my job?

SICK AS ALL FUCKITY FUCK!

I'm not feeling "better" today, per se, but I'm feeling...different? The crud has slowly moved to a different location in Sunny Bree-ida.

At BEST, I'm thinking I'll be back 100% on Tuesday. And even if that IS the case, I'm not gonna want to do any hardcore working out this week because that 5K in Gregory?

It's a week from today. TODAY. You hear that??? TODAY!!!!  
So yeah.  

Yeah.

Ok.

Poop

I'm taking a break from getting ready for work and packing for vacation (but mostly packing for vacation, cause...eff work) to say this:

This blister can suck it.

It's ALMOST gone. If you'd like gross details, please read the next little blurb. If not, skip it.

(So it finally started to come apart, and I now have a weird flap of toe skin just hanging out on my 4th toe on my right foot. I'd rip it off, but I'm not that gross.)

I'm taking my shoes and socks and running accoutrement on vacation with me, and if I feel so inclined, shall find a suitable place in the campground to get my fitness on.

Anywho, enjoy your week, as I will spend mine drunkenly floating down a river.

Here I Go Again

I took a little break.

I didn't WANT to take a little break.

The heat and humidity did.

(And I've had a rough week, but that is neither here nor there at this point)

I ended up with a blister after I went out on July 3rd, and it never healed all the way.

I've been waiting for that to happen.

It's almost there.

Depending on how it looks today after work, there's some distance in my very near future.

I did go and purchase some dri-fit socks, which according to my runner friends are supposed to be really great for keeping moisture away.

(My other options are apparently wrapping my toes individually in duct tape, or covering them in Aquaphor. I'll stick with the socks, thanks.)

I'm fully aware that I could have gone to the gym in this time, since it's air conditioned.

But I didn't fucking feel like it.

And if I go to the gym when I don't feel like it, I put in a pussy-ass workout of about 10 minutes, decide "That's good!", then leave.

I'd rather not.

I did, however, just officially register for the Run Past Hell Firefighters 5K in Gregory on August 3rd.

So there's that...

Seriously?

I went to the gym on Tuesday night.

I discovered my issue is not with the recumbent bike as originally thought.

No.

My problem, indeed, is my boobs.

The regular stationary bike is almost worse.

So the next foray into the gym, back to the recumbent bike go I.

(Plus it was easier on my legs, getting the seat on those bikes into the perfect height is, like...rocket science.)

Today I went and dragged my sister out with me again.

We did 2.62km in 31:49 (so 12:10 min/km). Not my best, but not my worst!

I jogged quite a few times, still short distances (one was for about .2km, another for .17km, another for .15km. and another for...whatever the distance from the house on the corner's mailbox to halfway up my parent's driveway, I don't freaking know, I was too busy trying to not fall down to check that one!)

Also, a small word of advice, from my arms to yours: if you do a weight workout focusing on your arms on a Tuesday, do not try to catch up to your mom and nephew on a tube in a lazy river by paddling with your arms as hard as you can on a Wednesday. Just...don't. Trust me.

Yes I Did

I'm a slacker.

Only not really.

I hit the gym Saturday.

I found out I really dislike the recumbent bike.

(Mostly because my boobs are in the way. Actually completely because my boobs are in the way.)

(...and slightly because I can never seem to get the seat put the correct distance away from the pedals for my feet to work properly.)

So yeah.

Gym.

Bike.

Then the 30 minute circuit.

(Which was more like the 10 minute circuit, because I skipped the step boxes and just did the machines.)

My arms hurt today.

I am glad.

(Sidenote: I actually LOVE that feeling. The one you get when you wake up the day after a workout and it hurts to move and you find yourself asking "WHY WHY WHY WHYYYYY". I like it. Call me a weirdo.)

I figured that since I was doing the running/jogging/walking thing and my leg region was getting smaller, I should probably do something with my arms so I don't end up looking like some kind of tiny leg-ged huge arm-ed FREAK.

SO yeah, I did all that. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Today I went for a jog/walk with my sister. We used a different route this time, and I liked it so much better. It's repetitive, because it's just around a block, but it's good and flat. I'll take it.

We only did 1.70km today, but I managed to run for .2km without stopping and walking again.

(For those of you who AREN'T overweight and have attempted to RUN anywhere? That's a lot. Trust me. It was almost an entire side of the block.)

And I did it twice.

So I'm scoring that as a MAJOR improvement from where I started.