I should be cooking and cleaning, but instead I'm trolling Facebook and blogging.
I did a Turkey Chase this morning.
A Turkey Chase is a cute name for getting up too early on a day off to run 4 miles with 500 people who are faster than me.
Actually, I did not come in last.
Last year, I came in last. DEAD last.
In 2011 I ran a 5K every single month.
In 2011 I lost a lot of weight. I got down to 244. (I know that sounds like a lot, but my highest non-pregnant weight was 298. That's a lot for a 5'4" woman)
In 2012, I did a 10 K in January, a 5K in the summer and the Turkey Chase today.
If I want to be good at running I need to do more of it.
It's not that I didn't work out this year. Gabe kicks my ass almost every day.
I kept the weight off. Well, I put some back on. . .then lost some. . .then added some. . then lost some more, but I just weighed in at 243.
Yeay! I lost a pound. This year.
I also worked full time, took a full load at school and was a first-time Scout mom. I didn't blog much tho.
What I am saying is, I am not beating myself up for not running a lot this year.
I'm just going to plan to run a lot more next year.
One 5K every month.
November's will be the Turkey Trot.
I might come in last.
|Turkey Trot 2011. Notice how no one is running BEHIND me.|