Friday, June 25, 2010

Chugga-chugga-choo-choo!'s going to sound corny and so after-school-special but I am DEFINITELY feeling a little like the Little Engine That Could today - and I know that I'm probably speaking a little too early and I'll get my butt kicked by week three when the time has come, but hey:


If I may even say, we ran in circles around week two! *insert three fist pumps here* Booya! Bwahahaha, I'm *SO* gonna pay for my cockiness right now, but I'm so very proud of Tara and I! Hopefully the same pattern will follow when last week, we couldn'see ourselves running 90 seconds, next week we'll be running three minute intervals. *BARF*

I have so much stuff swimming in my head, I'm having a hard time grasping at them to throw them down into coherent sentences.  So I'll muddle and jumble along...

Earlier today I was definitely feeling the quitting vibes.  I had all my gear with me - I even got a new work out top *w00t* and I packed everything up, but I just wasn't feeling it.  Not even just dreading it, but flat out wanted to throw down and get back on that nice, comfy couch and calling a spade a spade.  What's worse, Tara's quote of the day:
"If it wasn't for you, I'd poon out."

I had to bite my tongue to encourage to go ahead and poon like never before and I would join her, but nope.  Like dutiful, responsible runners (more like everyone in the office has been watching us go for these runs and we went to save face...*LOL*) we got changed and out we went.  It's that last final interval stretch that makes all the difference.  The first interval, we're feeling good, thinking to ourselves how much easier it is this time around, the second interval is up the hill and we're just bursting out with profanities and I'm huffing and wheezing like I'm trying to blow a little piglet's house down.  The third interval, I'm pretty much just loving all over Newton and his principles of gravity because whatever goes up must come down and oh how much I *LOVE* that down part of the hill!  Fourth interval is all exciting since we cross traffic even when the light doesn't say to walk - we are SUCH rebels.  The fifth interval is the second crappiest next to the devil's hill since it's pretty much a straight line and about halfway through this straight line, both Tara and I are wondering out loud where the eff the guy is and if maybe he forgot to keep track of time to tell us to stop running.  The LAST interval...that's the hardest but the BEST.  It's this off and on running, I've noticed it's just SO much harder to pick up and start running again, but at the same time, it's the LAST one.  For me, it's the last one that tells me that even though I thought I wasn't going to make it through the second interval, I did and now I made it to the LAST one.  I don't feel at all uplifted or motivated, but it also tells me that we're almost done!  Hey look at this, how LONG is this paragraph gonna go on for, eh?

Anywho...we finished and we came back shaving off MORE time since the last run!  We were looking like the cats that ate the canary with our chocolate milk after.  Oh right...CHECK THIS OUT!

So enough about the running! I've got NEWS!  This chubster is down ONE INCH! *happy one inch less dance*  I'm not seeing the results right now scale-wise, but the tape measure does not lie!  And I didn't even measure creatively this time, I measured first, thought I must have done something wrong and measured again and still the same results!

One is my new favourite number!  Now if I can only keep myself from not getting craptastically carried away over the weekend...

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