On Friday I got home and knew I had a little bit of time before my tattoo, so I went for a run (of course, what else would a runner do?). I went for a fabulous 5 mile run, in the rain. I loved it. It felt awesome. I knew it was going to be my last for 10 days, so I wanted it to be a good run, the only thing that would have made it better was having the sun out. But I'm okay with rain. Anyway, as I was headed home my phone dinged for an alarm. I didn't think anything of it, but as I was walking in the door, I looked at it and it said that my tattoo was scheduled for 3 (I thought it was at 4), it was 2:55. I was pretty frantic. My heart was racing because of my run, and then I was worrying about what time my tattoo was. I was running around trying to peel off (literally) soaking wet clothes, and find the phone number for the tattoo place. I called and was told that, yes, my tattoo was scheduled for 3, not 4. I let her know what was going on and she was really understanding. She said as long as I got there before 3:30 I was okay. I rushed around getting dressed and trying to untangle the knot of hair that had been my ponytail. =)
Thankfully I made it. =)
Saturday I decided to tackle Damian's closet, which I thought was full of boxes and pictures that we had stored there when we moved in. I was wrong. It was full (and I mean very, very full) with too small clothes, old toys, lots and lots of too small coats, and tons of garbage . . . oh and don't forget the sheets and towels that he didn't want to fold so he hid in there. I pulled out about half the stuff and sorted the clothes and stuff into garbage and Goodwill. I was really unhappy with Damian, I have been defending that closet for awhile from Chris who would get after D and I would say it was "our" stuff. Anyway, I told D that the rest of it is his to do next weekend.
|The mountains of stuff from his closet.|
|So much it spilled out to the hall.|
I am still doing the Planksgiving challenge. I am up to 3 min (today, which I haven't done yet). It's amazing to me because everyday it's hard. Some days very, very hard. But, I don't ever feel like it's harder than the day before, even though the time keeps going up. 2:25 was really hard, but now I'm doing 2:55, and that was hard, but not too hard. I am definitely getting stronger.
Today marks day 4 of no running. Only 6 more days. =)
I guess I should mention that my eating is going good. I decided to allow coffee and maybe a glass of wine (probably tonight) but otherwise, I'm feeling great. I'm feeling skinny. I like how I feel when I don't eat a lot of carbs and sugar. =)