The two pounds I gained last week are gone again and good riddance. Now to add a two-pound loss onto next week to make up for it.
I did a 1-mile run/walk yesterday in the pouring down rain. But I think I’ve decided I never learned to run when I was running on the treadmill, so nothing was going to keep me from hitting the very wet open roads.
Sounds so romantic, doesn’t it? Open roads, pouring down rain, the lone determined runner. Ha! Picture damp and squishy shoes, soaking wet head, fogged up glasses, red and patchy red face, huffing and puffing, oh, and chafing, lots and lots of chafing. I’ll never make it on a Nike billboard, that’s for certain.
Tomorrow’s a 2-mile run. Solving the chafing problem with truly unattractive biking shorts under my sweats. I will be, once again, a dreadful spectacle roaming the neighborhood. But just the thought of making myself do a run, get stronger, increase my speed and stamina, makes me happy.
So maybe I didn’t just break even this week. I know many of you have said this before, and maybe I have as well, but there are more measures of progress than pounds lost. This week so far I’ve had a 4-mile run/walk gain. And that’s not bad at all!
Happy week chicks!