Saturday's party went pretty well. I enjoyed the food but took it easy on the dips and cheese which are my downfall at parties. Appetizers are my favorite. I can't say I was as strong during the desert hour. Me vs the brownies (I lost. 2 Brownie bites with icing) and the cupcakes (I win. I was strong and did not have one!) and the the ice cream cake (Tie. I did have a piece but it was only a sliver). The frosting on the desserts was so flavorful yet light, I usually scrape off the frosting. Delicious. I held back enough that I didn't have a cupcake but we did come home with a few desserts that someone insisted we take, the cupcakes were amazing (me vs. cupcakes on day 2 -- win! only had one, me vs. brownies day 2 -- lose, had at least 3) . The scale seemed to recognize what little I did hold back on or perhaps it was the Irish step dancing I did that burned a few of the calories because Sunday morning's scale reading was 163 even.
Sunday I ran 9 miles!! I especially felt strong during the last 3 miles. This week's training was thrown off by the rain and my son having a stomach virus Sunday night, as usual this week I missed one of my short runs. Anyway, I started out a little nervous leaving the house. Nine miles is daunting to do on your own with no water stations or bathrooms along the way. I extended my usual route so that kind of made it better because at least for the first 3 miles I knew roughly when I was hitting my mile marks. I started this run (as I do most other runs) with a brisk walk up a steep hill. Once I get to the top of the hill I stretch, its usually takes 7 minutes for the walk (0.4 miles) and stretching. After the warm up, I actually said out loud, "Come on, you can do this!" I surprised myself by talking out loud and thought it was so strange to talk to myself but me and myself agreed it was OK because I'm self coaching. ha!
I'd say the first three miles I was thinking about how this experience is similar to having a second (or third) baby. I did this already once yet I sign up for a half marathon again magically forgetting all the work and effort that goes into it, sort of like how you forget the pain of laboring a child. Then you end up in the middle of a training run or on a hospital bed wondering what you got yourself into. I was also thinking about how the first mile is always the toughest (much like the first trimester) yet you get no credit for it. No one is wearing a shirt that says "I ran one mile!" and if you're like me, I don't tell anyone I'm pregnant until after the first trimester, so again no credit! The next three miles I was thinking about those St Pat's desserts and wondering how I could even track them. I knew there wouldn't be any when I got home thanks to my husband but I was thinking it would be funny to bring those desserts to my Weight Watchers meeting and say, "See! Do you see what I am up against!?" Then I was headed home for the last three miles and I was feeling strong. I was running up hills and chugging along. All but one of my splits was under 10 minutes and I averaged 9:49 per mile. I'm thinking that this will probably be my half marathon pace and I'm really happy with that.
Six months ago yesterday I was probably about 210lbs. Six months ago today I had my 9lb 4oz baby! Happy 6 month birthday, Lulu!! Today I got on the scale and it said 161!! That's completely an unofficial number just my bathroom scale but it should be good week tomorrow at the meeting.
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