Always seem to be starting over...

I don't even know how many times I've started over this year alone. Probably around five. I guess that's good in a way - I fall off the horse, I eventually get back on. I just want to stop falling off already. Seriously, enough is enough!

I was going to go for a run today, and mentally I was really feeling it, but after last night's atrocious run, I decided a little bit of rest wouldn't kill me. The plan is to wake up and run tomorrow morning before it becomes too hot out, shower, head to the beach with my lovely sister (lathered in SPF 50), relax at home, and then meet up with an old friend. This is the plan. I'm hoping to do a 1.0 mi warm up, some interval training, and a 1.0 mile cool down. We'll see how that goes!

I also weighed myself this afternoon. Granted it was midday and I'd had about 4 cups of water and eaten two meals, but I'm just going to accept that as my weight. It's probably fairly accurate, and I'm terrible at remembering to weight myself first thing in the morning. I am currently 209.8 lbs. Heavier than I'd like, but hey, look on the bright side! It's still 12.2 lbs less than when I started, right? I'm going to keep telling myself that. My goal is to be under 200 lbs by my 21st birthday (June 20th). I think 10 lbs in a month is a fairly reasonable goal... gotta stop eating those brownies, though ;)

Feel the burrrrn!

The sun burn. You would think that after getting burnt once already this season (and badly, might I add), you'd think I'd learn. But no. Back of my legs, and my shoulders a bit. Ouch.

I wanted to go for my run before I went to the beach this morning, but my sister failed to wake me up when I asked her to, so I went this evening at around 7:00, knowing full well that this is a terrible time for me to run. Like real bad. I never eat right on days where I plan on running in the evening (don't ask me why), and today I did a poor job hydrating. Plus, I'm just a morning person. I do everything better in the morning.

In any case, I planned a 3.5 mi run around town, and ended up walking for a short leg, thus cutting it to a 3.3 miler. I ran into a friend (ha! Get it? Ran into? ...Anyway.), which was cool! Cutting the run wasn't why it was bad, though, I just felt like crap the whole way. Literally, the entire time I either had side stitches, pain in my left knee, or pain in the used-to-be-blister-that-I-thought-had-healed. It ended up being a 12:27 pace. Meh.

To better days and better runs! At least I got out there, right?

Mileage: 3.3
Pace: 12:27
Total Time: 41:05

An end to an unannounced hiatus

Hello, again, running universe!

It's been a while, and I've really missed being here.

It all went down hill for me when I got violently ill for three weeks starting at the end of March. Then I got healthy, but I made up a million reasons not to run (finals, mostly). Cut to mid-May, and as of yesterday I hadn't ran in about a month and a half. Well, that all changed today!

This weekend I was in Massachusetts moving into my new apartment (and now my whole body aches from the lifting). I decided that it would be as good a time as any to pick up where I left off. Yesterday was my first full day back in NY (where the parents lives - here until early June), and I wanted to run but my legs were so sore from the hundred (well, it seemed like a hundred) trips up to my new third floor apartment.

Today I had to run a very important errand (send the keys to my roommate in Texas before she flies out for Mass), and I decided to actually run my errand. I ran the 1.25 mi to the post office, mailed the keys, and ran home. I ran slowly, but I did it! And it was more than I expected to be capable of, after 1.5 months of practically no physical activity. So I'm back to running, and hopefully this summer I will dominate the streets!