It rained all morning and was dripping this afternoon. I knew I needed to go for a run, so I put on my hat and ran 3.3 miles. Then later this evening I was feeding Maddox and noticed that the sun came out. I saw several runners run by my house, I was wishing I had waited a couple hours. Oh well, at least I ran.
There was nothing noticeably exciting about my run. It was nice to do 3 miles again. I changed up my route and am no longer going up the dreaded hill. I don't miss the hill, but I do wonder if my ability to run up it has disappeared. I will have to try it out sometime this weekend.
I am fascinated with watching other runners. I stare at them until it gets uncomfortable for them (if they noticed). I look at what they're wearing, I wonder how fast they are going. I just like to watch people run, and I feel jealous of them. I was running today and a lady passed me going the opposite way. She was gorgeous, and she said hi. I thought "I wish I was a runner like her." But wait . . . I'm running too. I felt frumpy and like an imposter after passing her. Anybody else fascinated by other runners?
Tomorrow is weigh in. All week my weight has been pretty steady at 166. I just know that I am going to get on that scale tomorrow and it's going to be higher than that. I'm thinking of changing my weigh in day. It seems that Friday is the day my body decides to be the heaviest. Although, if I changed my weigh in day, I'm sure that would be the day my body would be at it's heaviest. If the scale says 170 tomorrow I may need to buy a new scale. My current one will be in pieces.
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