I know I know. I can't believe it either. But yes, it's true. The fat pants are apparently making a comeback and this time I have no, "hey...I just had a baby so layoff!" kind of excuse (more like I've just had enough Christmas cookies to feed a small baby...elephant. And who can run when you're full of cookies anyway?)
Now in my defense, I don't fill them out completely just yet. I suppose you could say I'm just wearing them for comfort sake. You know, to relax (or breathe) in. I still technically fit in my skinny jeans. Ok, maybe I should rephrase that. I can still put on my skinny jeans (in a suck it in, hold your breath and whatever you do, do NOT even consider bending over sort of way.)
But this, my friends, is what happens when you don't run for 3 weeks AND that 3 weeks happens to fall on the busiest eating season of the year. Now, I knew this when I decided to officially grant myself a break. So really this is all my own fault and I realize that (isn't that the first step? realizing you've got a problem? :-) ) Honestly, I knew this was the risk I was going to take. But still...REALLY? Just 3 weeks til I have to start wearing the fat pants again, I mean how many months did it take to run though suckers into fall off mode? Hmmm? I'd say about 9ish. Something does not quite add up there. Am I wrong?
Anyhow, before I reach the point of no return, I figure it's time to get back to it. So, I've made the official (as in typed) schedule through April up to the next race. Tonight was the first run of the new year, a big 3 miles, which went far better than expected. Pretty much still running at the same pace I was before. So perhaps all hope is not lost after all. Though we'll see what the legs have to say about that tomorrow eh?
Oh and as for why I wasn't running or in need of a break. Blah, blah, blah. I'll spare you all the details partly because I don't want to sound like a whiner making a bunch of excuses (SHOCKING!! ME whine, make excuses. That just never happens here right? ;-) ) but mostly because I know there's some running Nazi out there that will come back with how over the same 3 weeks I granted myself a break, they were unexpectedly transferred for work feeding starving children on a remote and unnamed island jungle where not only were there no running trails, but also ferocious wild beasts who would chase you straight into the guerrilla warlords waiting to capture you for forced labor of sorts. And of course there was the intense heat that left you with no other option but to run at 4:00AM in the pitch black darkness because there were certainly no street lights. Then there was the hail, let's not forget about the constant hail the size of golf balls. AND on top of all this you forgot your running shoes! But still, you ran. I know. You're out there. Just waiting to call me a pansy. Rather than give you the chance, I'll just say, I needed a break. So I took one.
Now it's back to battling the fat pants and training for the next race, the Martian Half Marathon. Where I'm thinking under 2 hours would be nice. Ambitious? Yes. Doable? I think so. We'll see...
'Til next time...
May this new year bring you success in your running goals or at least have fun trying!