My mind wanders and I generally think about everything. Sometimes I simply enjoy the ride and take in the views, whether they be scenic or of the homes in our neighborhood. Sometimes I plan things to do that day or later in the week. Once in awhile I'll catch myself thinking about the people driving by and wondering what they are thinking when they see me. Because I'm still working on losing some baby weight and am very unhappy about how slow it's taking, I sometimes imagine they are thinking I'm slow and heavy. At other times I imagine they are cheering me on and saying "Good for you! I wish I were running." I prefer the latter. [Yes, I really need to work on my self image at this weight, but it's really making me unhappy...]
During my run this morning in the warm sun, I came to a point where I was really tired and hot. I was on a hill and working my way up it slowly when I glanced down at the Garmin and saw I was only at 2.50 miles. The following conversation then played out in my head...
"Hey, two and a half miles is great today! It's warm and this is a hill at the end of my run. Anything more at this point is just, ummm, what do they call it...? Frosting? No, gravy. Anything more is just gravy at this point."
"Gravy?! Good grief. I don't want any more gravy. Heck, I don't even want the gravy."
"I wonder how many calories are in a cup of gravy? It's got to be way more than I'm burning during this run today."
Then I chuckled at how silly I am to have a conversation about gravy with myself. And I ran another third of a mile. Fast. All the while thinking about this blog and the ladies who post here and how nice it is to have some women in the same boat to share my tales of resuming running post-baby. Thanks!
[And please, hold the gravy. I don't need it or want it.]
During my run this morning in the warm sun, I came to a point where I was really tired and hot. I was on a hill and working my way up it slowly when I glanced down at the Garmin and saw I was only at 2.50 miles. The following conversation then played out in my head...
"Hey, two and a half miles is great today! It's warm and this is a hill at the end of my run. Anything more at this point is just, ummm, what do they call it...? Frosting? No, gravy. Anything more is just gravy at this point."
"Gravy?! Good grief. I don't want any more gravy. Heck, I don't even want the gravy."
"I wonder how many calories are in a cup of gravy? It's got to be way more than I'm burning during this run today."
Then I chuckled at how silly I am to have a conversation about gravy with myself. And I ran another third of a mile. Fast. All the while thinking about this blog and the ladies who post here and how nice it is to have some women in the same boat to share my tales of resuming running post-baby. Thanks!
[And please, hold the gravy. I don't need it or want it.]