I am still alive after the biggest eating event of the year and ....wait for it.... MY FIRST 5K! I survived! I did it in 37:01 and thought I was going to die for every second of that. There was a part of me that wasn't sure I was going to make it. I THOUGHT I had looked up the map pretty good and was thinking "okay, its just there and back, I can do this." Little did I know, they route was nothing like it was originally mapped out, and it was there, back, loop de loop, there again, and then back to finish line. I am pretty sure I was my own worst enemy at that point, since I wanted to just quit and whine and cry about how unfair this is. I kept going though, although I had to walk more than I wanted to, since the grass was really squishy and hard to run in. Here I am!
AND.... I haven't run since. We are going to push ourselves to go back to the gym tonight, even though I am dreading it. I am feeling in a slump lately since I leave in the dark and get home in the dark. I feel like I have no time and just want to come home and go straight to bed. I hate the time change!
Other news (not good, but not bad news) is I have not changed weight in weeks. I am a little down about it since we have been running so much, but then I cant be too down about it since I have let my diet slack. I guess its just that double edged sword- I haven't lost weight so I eat more, but I eat more so I don't lose weight. BOO. Suck it up sista.
