I have migrated to the 22X’s again, 228.5. Second time’s the charm right? I really don’t want to cross that threshold again. I didn’t work out at all this weekend and I had brunch complete with walnut brandy pancakes and a bloody Mary. But I did outlet shop on Saturday and I wore my running shoes because I was going to zip through that mall. It’s far and I hardly ever go so I wanted to hit up every store I could for some deals and some deals I got. I purchased a new dress for the wedding and you know what, it’s gorgeous, I love it and I look good in it. So what if it’s not the other dress, I’m wearing pants that I use to not be able to wear with underwear they were so tight and I think this might be the last time I can wear them because they are baggy and look bad, so there.
I think I’m back in it, I went to LA Boxing for their noon boxing class, I was able to keep up with the drills, but I did go to the bathroom on the first part of the push up section. I feel good, except for my heels and I’m happy I did it. Now to get back to this running thing, the race is still 9/25 and I think the time I have to beat is 50 minutes from the race for the cure.
It’s the evening and I’m wavering on going to the gym for my 5k training and I don’t know why. My clothes are already there and I’ve done it before. But the lure of some couch sitting is calling me. But who am I kidding, I didn’t come to this side of 230 to stop now, did I? NO! Hell NO! Get thee to the treadmill. Okay, I think I’ve rallied.