Thursday, February 18, 2010

Since I don't have to count the calories from lunch, can I have truffles for a snack?

I have never considered myself a runner, even though I used to several miles a day. And by several, I mean about five. But I don't like running. It doesn't make me happy. It doesn't clear my head. In fact, I pretty much spend the whole time thinking, "I fucking hate this. I fucking hate this. I FUCKING HATE THIS." But then I get done, and I have the skinnies. And I don't hate the skinnies. So I used to run. A lot. Sometimes outside, if the weather was absolutely perfect and my knee felt up to it. But often on a treadmill, because running outside makes my knee swell to the size of a grapefruit. I have never been fond of grapefruit. Especially on my knee.

When we moved, I gave up my gym membership. No big deal. With the purchase of our house came a fancy pants country club membership along with a sports club. Except, long story short that is an entirely different story that I am not going to tell right now because it will make me scream, we won't have that gym membership for about two more weeks. That means six months without a gym membership. In winter. When I won't run outside. Because I don't do cold.

But today the weather was perfect. No excuse perfect. And the skinny jeans were getting way too tight. I dug my running shoes out of my closet. Took the tag off the brand new running shirts I bought SIX months ago. Loaded my running mix back on my ipod. And set off, determined to make it two miles. Just go easy.

The half mile point put me just outside of our section and even with the guard shack where a line of cars sat waiting to enter the neighborhood. Which is just about where I threw up.

The first time.

Whatever. That's just how you get the skinnies faster.

5 comments:

Allie said...

LOL, if you keep throwing up then you won't have to run at all, score!

Meagan@Megs7827 said...

I think the same thing when I run. That happens to me like every time I get to the 1.5 mile mark and want to die but Hubby pushes me to keep going.

I am Trish Marie said...

I actually went more than the two miles I originally planned on, even though I threw up for the first mile. I just couldn't breathe.

I hurt like hell now. And holy shit this neighborhood has way more hills than NW Houston did.

Catherine said...

You always make me laugh!!! Go you!!! I can only make it about half a house length not half a mile!!!

Allison Talamantez said...

Just part of the deal. Guu, that stinks. "I am just one stomach flu away from my goal weight" -the devil wears Prada