After having back to back kids I am carrying much more weight than I’d like to. I was actually disappointed that Rylee wasn’t a 30 pound baby. I think my home scale is lying to me. The good news is a “friend” told me she thought I could qualify to race as a Clydesdale. Some friend!
In the running works, a Clydesdale (or Athena, I like that word better) is for women like me who are “a little” over their recommended BMI. I would rather die than sign up for a race that triggers a mental picture of me and 5 of my “female friends” pulling a red cart filled with cases of Budweiser and a Dalmatian.
Ok, so no more scale, from now on it is only how I feel and how my old clothes fit…except none of them do. Nope, positive thoughts, everyone starts somewhere so here I am.
I had a mole removed the beginning of February and was really upset when they told me (after the procedure) I couldn’t run for 2 weeks. WHAT? I calmly explained that I have to run, I am training for a marathon. However, after listening to all the bad things that can happen to a deep incision in a weight bearing area if force was applied I was sufficiently freaked and have not run since.
So today was the first day I could run again and it was horrible! I did 2.94 miles at an almost 11 minute pace and decided that was it, I quit. It’s cold, I can’t breathe, and I feel like I am starting over. I actually feel like a Clydesdale.
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