This morning, I was all motivated and what not, so I went for a wog. I had the longest running distance ever (all down hill mind you, but still). The problem was when I switched back to walking, I never could get my running groove back. I think I'm going to try somewhere flatter tomorrow to see what I can really do, because I am beyond stressed about the next 2 5ks. They're supposed to be fun, which is why I signed up for them, but coming in dead last isn't my idea of a good time. The Color Me Rad is Saturday, so I'm using it as a warm up to the RunDead, since people will be chasing me in that one. Luckily the hubs will be with me at both, although he has informed me that he will be leaving me in the dust at the zombie run, so my plans to trip him will have to be altered.
***I was in the middle of typing this when my neighbor knocked on my door. We had plans to run together this morning, but I apparently got the time mixed up. I went at 9:30 and did 2 miles, so when she rang the doorbell at 10:30, I went pale. But I sucked it up and went with her and her husband's cousin, who is about 11 feet tall with a 24 inch waist. When I was about to die and had to walk while they continued jogging, he spouted off helpful tips like, "Don't stop. You just need to get control of your breathing. At least do a brisk walk, so you can keep your heart rate up." He obviously has no idea that fat people can do a lot less work to keep their heart rates up, since our hearts are struggling enough to begin with. I would have punched him, but he was moving too fast, and I was dying. Regardless, I did jog a bit with them and added another mile to my total, making it a full 5k for me today, albeit not all at once. It's progress people.
