Chasing away Chubby

A frantic, funny, freaky, Friday

Posted lodyangel on November 10th, 2007 | Filed under General

Today was better food wise.  Not good, but better. That is a start.  I made sure I thought long and hard about everything I put into my mouth.  I still ate some things I should have turned down, but I checked calories and weighed my options and feel like I did a little better.  It’s a start back to weight loss land. 

I weighed in this morning and miraculously I was back down to my lowest weight 202.  Amazing.  God must really love me, because I did not earn that number.

I swore I would run after work and that is exactly what I did…run.  I went to the park and stretched very little.  Then I walked up the great big hill up to the hilly trail.  No, I had never ran it before.  I took the uphill first and it wasn’t very hard.  I got to the back of the trail and it goes downhill for awhile.  It felt good.  So I finish the lap and head back to the flat trail.  I run it and notice that this trail hurts worse.  I guess the mostly flat terrain fatiques the same muscles and they never get a rest so it seemed harder.  So the last lap I ran the hilly course again.  On that last lap I felt my body loosen up and I really ran it.  I mean I RAN.  Not just the lumbering jog I normally do, but I felt like I was flat out running.  It was great.  My strides were nice and long, and my posture was good.  I held my body up and looked ahead, listening to my Ipod and thinking back to the days when I was 15 and ran like a deer. That is how this felt.  I missed that feeling.  Sure my calves were screaming at points and at times my toes would go numb and my right knee hurt with every strike, but I felt free.  I felt alive.   I thought about how I used to run, and thought about the girl I was then.  I think the reason I  run is not just for weight loss, not just for health, not just to say I can, but to reconnect with the girl I was then.  Not that I was so great.   I  tried to hard to please everyone, wanted desperately to be accepted, wanted a boyfriend so bad, wanted to be liked, wanted to be that girl that can do it all.  I didn’t know who I was yet. There is still a part of me that is that girl.  That gangly, pale girl with the freckles, she lurks within me still.  And she wants to run.  She wants to feel alive and free.  She wants to pick up where she left off.   She wants to do it all.  I want to do it all. 

So I ran.  I ran fast.  Toward the end I was coming down the last hill and I passed a little man and I was really moving.  Faster then he was and it felt great!  I loved it.  I wanna race again.  Just to feel that 15 year old girl inside me come alive and be free.

So that means I gotta train. AND find a 5K, register and get it done.  I know I won’t be competitive my first 5K, but it will be good experience to get one under my belt before I start really running.  Before I start really training, and really trying to  capture what I lost so long ago… 

My running career.  I got pregnant at 16.  Had DS1 at 17, the summer before my senior year.  I didn’t run ccross country that year, and was not my normal competitive self for track.  Having a baby takes alot out of you.   I have always wished I had had that year to run.  I never made my goals because I wasn’t focsued enough.  I could have tried harder. I have always wished I could do it again.

So here is my chance.  “Lose 73 pounds and run like the wind.  It’s all in your head Melody.  You know you can do it. “

So after the run I did something stupid because something stupider had previously occured.

While I was running I got a call from BF saying that DS9 had shot him.

Yep, shot him.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

FIL bought DS9 a new hunting rifle.  They were going deer hunting tomorrow. (This is Kentucky people.  9 year olds hunt.)  They took it out in the field to try it out.   DS9 was having a hard time lining it up, so BF bends down and allows DS9 to lay the rifle across his back to line up the shot.   Sounds stupid, and it is, but it would have been fine if DS9 hadn’t pulled the gun back a tad and tilted the gun down a fraction.   When he fired the bullet ripped through BF’s shirts, his pants, his underwear, and grazed his lower back.   Luckily he just had a tear in his clothing and a whelp to show for it.  

Damn Lucky.

So we learned something here folks, didn’t we?  We don’t use each other as tripods or props when it comes to fire arms.

So I am running when he calls and tells me.  I am a sick individual.  My sisters and I laugh at each others mishaps.  Wreck a car we snicker, trip and all on your face, we roll on the floor laughing.  It’s just the way we are.  We aren’t mean.  We love each other dearly.  We are just wired to laugh when bad things happen.  So I hang up the phone with BF and I as I shove the phone back into my sports bra…I snicker.  He’s not hurt, he’s perfectly okay, so it is perfectly fine to laugh.  So I call my sister and I am belly laughing, laughing my ass off, as I tell her.   I am rolling so hard I am almost crying.   WTF is wrong with me?      

DS9 is fine as well.  Not traumatized too badly.  I think father and Son both learned a lesson today. 

They are still going hunting in the morning. 

I am praying as I type this.

Oh! The dumb thing I did as a result of this dumb thing?  I hopped in the car after my run. ( He wasn’t dying…I have my priorities!  :lol:    )  And took off with out much of a cool down walk and without stretching.  As a result, my lower back is all tight and hurting.  “Way to go Melody!  Fuck your back up!  Just what you need.”  Hopefully with some tylenol, an ice pack, a pillow between my knees and some good sleep it will be better in the morning.

Because I plan on running tomorrow!