Bridget Jones

Whenever I mention my weight online I feel like Bridget Jones.

Today’s Weight: 154.6 pounds
Optimal Race Weight: 120 pounds (or less)
Happy Weight: 130 pounds

I’m doing it now because I just finished reading the intro e-books for Run Your BQ and one of them mentions that for every 2 pounds of extra weight your carrying around that 2 seconds are taken off your pace. Well, since I am currently 24.6 pounds over happy weight, I am also 49 seconds slower than I should be. And I am a full 60 seconds slower than I was last season (2011). That actually coincides perfectly. My average overall pace was about 12 miles and its currently over 13. I am slow.

I feel obsessed with those 2 seconds per pound now, just like Bridget Jones was obsessed with bad Christmas Sweaters or women’s magazines or something. I read that book so long ago. Perhaps I should also chronicle my alcohol units per week and my propensity for over the top swearing.

New Years

I’m not one for making lists, especially bucket lists, which is a term I wish would disappear (I certainly don’t understand making a 2013 bucket list. It’s supposed to be things you want to do before you die. Not in the next year. Unachievable, amazing things you probably will never get the chance to do I digress.) I don’t really make resolutions either. If I want to do something, I just make it happen somehow. This year, I have a goal, a quest for 2013. And it doesn’t even end in 2013.

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Ugh

In case anyone ever tells you its okay to run a 1.2 marathon with the flu, it probably isn’t going to kill you, but I definitely don’t recommend it if you have another 1/2 marathon to run three weeks later. It’s 10 days since my first symptoms (and the 1/2) and while my sore throat, fever and general flu symptoms are gone. My body is a wreck. My bones still ache and I’m still exhausted. It probably didn’t help that I still had three days of vacation left and a very, very long day of traveling to get through. All I want is like four days of not getting our of bed. All I want is to go run six miles. Conflicts!

13 Miiles

After running 13 miles in the rain, wind and hail (it started around mile 7, just after the turnaround), you smile creepily lie this.