Runner’s Log 4/21/2018
👟My thighs are at the Lou-Ferrigno-Hulk-busting-through-his-clothes-point. (If you don’t get that reference, I’m not sure we can be friends.)
👟I’ve decided I will not longer call it “winter weight”. From this point on, the pounds that I accrue during winter will be known as my “winter coat”. Animals grow a winter coat to keep them warm. I do the same. When I’m ready, I will doff said coat.
👟I have two layers on, it’s in the 50’s outside, and my butt is still cold. Wait a second… because my butt is always cold, it can’t get to the “burn” stage of weight-loss. Mind. Blown.
👟Mile two is a really crappy time to realize your favorite playlist has mysteriously been erased from your phone.
👟Pushing yourself to run after you eat A LOT of beans and rice and corn tortillas and lettuce and tomatoes and salsa is not necessarily wise.
👟On the flip side, burping up beans and rice and corn tortillas and lettuce and tomatoes and salsa isn’t really all that unpleasant.
👟You know what? I’m 40ish. If I don’t want to run against a cold wind or uphill, I don’t have to. (Channeling my inner Stuart Smalley…) I mean, I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me. Right? (Enter all your praise and admiration for me here.)