Saturday, May 24, 2008

Weekly weigh in / Long Saturday run

First, thanks to all those who commented on my last post. I appreciate you sharing your own stories and opinions. It gave me some valuable perspective.

I'm a little embarrassed to discuss my weigh in this morning, but I think it's important for me to be honest. The world of weight loss can't always be perfect and happy. I'd love to sit here and tell you I maintained or lost this week, but I'd be lying. I'm up two pounds from last week.

However, I tried on a pair of size 10 jeans yesterday and they fit. This exact same pair of jeans did NOT fit me a couple weeks ago. When I start to get discouraged about the number on the scale, I keep trying to remind myself that I'm not getting bigger.

When I started doing research on marathon training, one of the books said that I could expect to gain pounds and lose inches, and that's what happened this week. So, why am I less than thrilled? I think it's because I had a few slip ups, and I can't help but feel I would have seen a different number on the scale had I not made so many poor choices. I've started seeing a therapist, and my hope is that she'll be able to help me figure this stuff out. During my first appointment yesterday, she spent a lot of time explaining that everything I'm going through is very normal. That's great and all, but this is a "normal" I want no part of. I need to change.

Speaking of change, let's change the subject...

My training schedule today called for an 8 mile run. I awoke at 5 a.m. to the sound of crashing thunder and pounding rain. Rain is no big deal, but lightning is another story. As I tried to fall back asleep, I became resigned to the likelihood that I'd be doing my 8 miles on the treadmill. When I woke up again around 7, the thunder was gone. I ate a banana, drank a bunch of water, and hit the road. It was only barely sprinkling, and the roads were nearly deserted. Four miles and 40 minutes later, I arrived at my parents' house, where I hydrated and ate a Gu gel. My dad asked me if I wanted a ride home. When I told him I'd be running back, he looked at me with a mixture of pride and disbelief. I was dreading the run home, thinking it would be really difficult, but it wasn't. It was another one of those perfect running days, when all the variables came together and it seemed almost effortless. I could have gone much farther, and knowing that made me feel pretty damn good.

Be sure to tune in Monday for a race report on the Amy Thompson Run to Daylight.


Julie said...

Awesome! I still need to take my "running shoes" I bought out of the box. I think I'm almost over my cold so hopefully I will do it soon and stop procrastinating. You are an inspiration!

abby suzanne said...

The concept that I will not be losing weight even though I am running all the time drives me nuts too. I am practicing taking the focus off the scale and on the milage.