Whether you prefer to sing the above to the Beatles version or the Tiffany version, I won’t judge you. Considering I am now humming the Tiffany version in my head, I have no right to judge. You’re probably judging me now.
I was hoping this would be a nice little post on how awesome my race this morning was. I was planning on running this and then doing 4 more miles after for my half marathon training-that’s 8 overall. Well, yesterday, two things happened: We got a ridiculous snow storm in the city making everyone freak out (I’m originally from Cleveland…6 inches is nothing people. NOTHING!!!), and I started getting a cold. The race was turned into a fun run (no timing) and I turned into a cranky 25 year old. I spent all day yesterday pondering and wondering and thinking if I should run it or not and eat the $15 I paid for registration and not get a cute t-shirt. After developing a killer headache and a even more killer sore throat yesterday, I decided to sleep in and not run it. I was going to see how I felt in the morning, and if I felt ok, I would to my 8 at the gym.
I woke up feeling ehhh: tired and still with a sore throat, but I decided to just run anyway on the dreadmill. 8 miles with no changing scenery, starting at myself in the mirror that the treadmills face (whose stupid design idea was that!! i hate you!!). I thought I was gonna be bored out of my mind. I’ve also never run 8 miles before, my longest run before being 7. But, I have a 15K in two weeks and need to be prepared for that. So, I ran. and ran and ran. The treadmill timed out after an hour, but I super quickly started over to do my last mile. And watched Millionaire Matchmaker(not by choice. I SWEAR!!) and Make Me a Supermodel. Mile 5, I was really tired and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to finish. But, by 6 I felt really good and the last 2 were a breeze. And. Oh My God!!! I just ran 8 miles!! Trumpets! Confetti! Lasers! Parade! Hooray! I’m going to DisneyWorld! Yeah…the best part of running…the amazing runners high you get after. And now, it’s like, What cold?? So, although I missed my race, I got a great, even wonderful, run done at the gym. And don’t feel so scared anymore for my 15K. Oh, and in terms of weight loss, as I said i would update, as of this morning, I’m down exactly 10 pounds from Jan 1. About 15 more to go!!! Oh what a beautiful morning….I think I need to calm down a little. I’m gonna start scaring my roommates.
Off to finish my blueberry peanut butter oatmeal, fill the homemade oreos and enjoy the day. Happy weekend!