A week seems to fly by before I'm even aware of what it's doing.  I think that's kind of rude of time, but I guess there's nothing I can really do about it.  Unless I somehow manage to learn to tear and patch the space time continuum to suit my needs.

6/19 - I ran.  I did.  I swear.  I don't remember how long or anything about the run.  I think it was 2 miles.
6/20 - Rest
6/21- If I remember right this was a just over 4 mile run.  Ran two markers up the hill just past the second stop sign from the power plant.  I hate running up hill.  However, I think running downhill is worse.
6/22 - Walk to the half mile marker from the britch.

6/23 - Ran late at night.  Was a wee bit hung over in the morning.  The first beach party of the season was on Friday.  It was a freaking blast.  For the most part it was everyone that I like to beach party with.  Hahaha... I fell off my bike trying to bike down my little drive way when I got home.  Another pure class moment brought to you by the Panda.  I stretched beavers down at the shop just before noon.  It was not entirely a pleasant experience because I was a teensy bit hungchow and definitely still tired.  Other than that it was awesome.  I was lazy and ate way too much all day.  :)  Which I knew I needed to work off just a little to keep a semblance of balance with calorie intake and burnoff.  I ran 3 miles.  Not nearly enough.  But at least I ran.  How many hung over people say that?

Step one

Step two

Tadaa! Photos courtesy of this website

6/24 - Walked almost two miles, figure eight around town.  Also, went fishing.  All I caught was one teensy little trout.  And boy was it delicious.  I baked it wrapped in bacon and stuffed with lemon.  Ohhhh man.  I ate the whole thing in one sitting.  Don't judge.

I'm proud of this fish.  I don't care what anyone says.

6/25 - Decent run.  Hard time getting moving and my body felt jolty till the last mile and half.  Ran just over 4 miles.  Barely over 4 miles.
6/26 - Walked the almost two miles around town.
6/27 - Lazy

6/28 - I told myself I wasn't going to run when I was sitting at my desk at work.  I didn't want to.  I wasn't there mentally or physically.  Then I got off of work.  I went and visited Mom, had a beer and mac n cheese.  I wanted another beer so I grabbed two beers and went to visit my trapping partner at his shop.  We bullshitted and drank our beers.  I almost went fishing so I'd have a valid excuse to not go running.  Instead I went home and started skin sewing on a bear.  I finished the bear and walked over to show Mom.  It was so freaking gorgeous and perfect out that on the walk over I decided I was running.  I geared up and stretched and as soon as my feet hit the pavement I found my stride.  It was amazing.  The last two runs were kind of a struggle.  It took me at least a mile to find my stride and get out of my head.  I ran around the dike and then up the hill.  I got to the stop sign and ran up the steep hill and back down before heading to the second stop sign.  I reached it and turned around and kept running till I saw Mom coming to pick me up.  I sprinted as soon as I saw her.  And it felt good.  It felt great.  I love beautiful weather.  I love running.  I never thought I'd write those words.  Ever.  :)  Google maps says I ran 4.2 miles.  Awesome.

These are the bears that I've been dedicating myself to when I'm not at work.

I don't know why I have two blogs.  Now that I think about it.  It seems kind of pointless.  Or redundant.

Still running

Not exactly on a fantastic schedule but at least I'm not sitting on my butt all the time pigging out on anything I can get my grubby little paws on.  Kinda like today.  It's not even noon and I've already reveled in the deliciousness that is fried chicken.  I think that's where my day peaked.  It's all downhill from that.  Which is precisely yet another reason why I'm never going to be a skinny chick.  Other factors include, but are not limited to: mac n cheese, muscle mass and an adoration for wine.

Fried Chicken - photo from here

6/10 Sunday - flew home
6/11 Monday - 2 miles
6/12 Tuesday - rest day
6/13 Wednesday - 3.5 miles (top of first hill)
6/14 Thursday - Jason came to town
6/15 Friday - so I slacked and didn't run
6/16 Saturday - because he wouldn't leave my side
6/17 Sunday - 4 miles (first stop sign)
6/18 Monday - rest day

2 miles out.  2 miles back.  I'm proud to say I can do this in about 45 minutes.

Which means that today is a run day.  Hypothetically.  If I can mentally coach myself to get all sweaty and nasty and run in the miserable ugly stupid fog.  Boo on fog.  Maybe it'll lift by evening time.  One of the days I ran it was so thick I swear someone was gonna drive by, not see me, and crush me under their spinning wheels, grinding me into the gravel.  It was terrifying every time I heard a vehicle coming.  I didn't even listen to music, so I could listen for my demise.

AK Run for Women

2011 time 1:03:14     place 1163     12:39 average mile
2012 time 57:52       place 1075     11:35 average mile

I was all smiles when I ran under the finish arch and my time was under an hour.  My first two miles were just over 11 minute miles.  And the remaining miles were just over 12 minute miles.  I had no idea I could run that fast.  I knew I had been running faster than I'd ever run before, but this.. this was a very pleasant surprise.  I'm not great at timing myself when I'm running out here in the village.   I definitely pushed myself during the race, and abhor running on concrete and pavement but felt really good throughout.  The next day was another story though.  And it was completely worth it.  :)

Courtesy of the AK Run for Women website

Running

Since I've come home from my last work trip to Oregon, I've been running quite a bit.  It's just in my system or something.  It feels so good even though my body is taking a beating.  I got home on Sunday the 6th and was pooped out.  I ran around a bunch that morning getting my stuff that I shipped up from Colorado into a storage unit and doing some last minute stuff before heading to the airport, it didn't help that I stayed up till about 4 in the morning watching Twilight.  Yeah I did.  So when I got home I pooped out and didn't run like I intended to.  I did however run the day before with Chelsea in Anchorage.  She seriously pushed and encouraged it.  We ran two miles in about 26 minutes.  :)  Not too shabby.

Because I didn't run Sunday I decided I was definitely gonna run on Monday.  And because I want to be healthier (and it's a wee bit (not much) warmer) I've taken to walking to and from my house to my mom's house and to work.  It was on one of these walks that my knee decided to freak out on my and start shooting excruciating pain through my body and I couldn't walk for a minute or two.  Needless to say this cancelled my run plans for the evening.  I figured it was a bad idea to run when my knee was all freaking out on me.  Tuesday my knee didn't give me any such problems so I went for a 2 mile run that evening.  Wednesday I went for a 3.5 mile run up the hill and had mom pick me up at the second stop sign.  Thursday was a short fast 1.5 miles and then wine and riding with Miss Tracy.  Friday was a 2.8 mile run and Saturday was a day of rest and being hung over from champagne and wine with Trace to celebrate the glorious graduates of Frank A. Degnan high.  May they go off to college and explore other parts of this world, one little psycho in particular.  :)

Look at this food porn.  Yes.  I say yes to bacon.  Photo courtesy of Michael Kraus

Sunday I had B.L.T's with momma for lunch, brotherman beat me to the punch and called mom to wish her happy mother's day before me.  After a nap and some Big Bang Theory, I headed over to mom's house and made roasted veggies with broiled steak.  We decided dessert was a must so I whipped up some apple crisp and she pulled out some cool whip to thaw.  Delicious, fairly perfect dinner.  Being the good daughter that I am, I even did her dishes.  (Or rather my dishes, since I was the one cooking.)  I digested for a good bit and then went for a 2.8 mile run.  Monday, also known as yesterday, I did a 3.5 mile run in about 45 -50 minutes.  So I think I'm averaging around 13 or 14 minute miles.  Totally okay with me.  Despite all my running, I've been over eating and as a result I've been packing on the pounds.  Not okay with me.  I'm gonna be making some changes starting today.  It's gonna be tough, but I'm ready to take on the challenge.  I don't want to be where I'm at physically or mentally right now.  It's... yucky.  Just not good.  Not sure if I'll run today.  I might just do some good stretching or some ab exercises.  All my weight seems to be gravitating towards my disgusting belly.

Dessert.  Photo by me.

Sunday March 18th, 2012

I ran for a whole whopping 5 minutes.  Pathetic.  BUT at least I got on the treadmill.

1.26 miles
20:04 minutes

15:52 minute miles - ew

What is it about Sundays?

Sundays feel like a good day to run.  And so I end up running on Sunday.  I was hungover on Saturday and therefore lazy.  Sunday I was supposed to head out on the trap line but it was 30 below and like hell I'm bundling up anymore when it's that cold.  The critters don't move, so I'm not gonna.

I felt like increasing my pace a little last night, so I decided to break up my running.  I did two 6 minute runs with a few minutes walk in between.  It felt pretty good to push myself faster and faster as I ran.  I struggled a little though.  My side was hurting towards the end.  My legs were a little sore this morning but not as bad as I thought they would be.  I can't wait until I can run outside.  Changing my pace up is definitely a more exciting run on the treadmill that just the same pace the whole time.  I'm thinking it might be enough to keep me interested on a treadmill to keep up the running through the rest of winter.

1.82 miles
30:01 minutes

16:29 minute miles

Weight: 211

2 days of 1 to 2 foot of powder

'Nuff said.  I didn't run last night.  My body was more sore from riding in powder than it was on Monday or Wednesday after I ran the night before.  My thighs, my arms, my wrists, my butt, my calves.  All over.  It's a heck of a work out trudging through the snow too.  Wading through thigh high snow in full winter gear has you huffin' and puffin' and sweatin' to the oldies.  But we broke trail through the whole trap line and we'll be able to zip through it on Sunday when we check again.

Weight: 211

Every other day

Before I get back into my routine of trying to improve my speed and distance, I'm going to run every other day to get myself back into it.  I'd like to be under an hour for the AK Run for Women this year.  I think that's a reasonable goal.  I have roughly 3 months to make that happen.  Chelsea said she's gonna do the run again this year.  Kaitlin is moving into Anchorage in May so she'll be there too.  I asked her if she wanted to run with us and she said she's up for it!  Saweet.

Yesterday I ran for 10 minutes in between two 10 minute walks.  I pushed myself harder than Sunday and it felt good.  I surprised myself again.  Always a good thing.

1.82 miles
30:20 minutes

16:39 minute miles.  Slightly better.

Weight: 213

The panda runs again.

I finally got back on the treadmill.  Last night I hopped on there with the intention to just walk for a half an hour because I'd been such a little oinker with munchies all weekend.  But 14 minutes into the walk I decided to up the pace and run for a little.  Six minutes cruised by and I could have ran longer, but I didn't want to over tire myself on the first run.  Then I walked for another 10 minues and it felt amazing.  Baby steps.

1.64 miles
30 minutes

18:17 minute miles.  Terrible.  :)  And yet I feel good.

Weight: 211

Snot

Snot is disgusting.  And I still have it coming out of my nose.  I never got a full on cold, but I did have a sore throat and some congestion/sneezing issues.  They're not completely gone yet.
I didn't get on the treadmill yesterday.  I got sucked up into finishing a knitting project.  I need to remember how to balance my crafting activities with my exercise activities.  Or just make myself start exercising.  I sure feel the extra poundage around my waist when I put my pants and my belt on.  Yech.
Yesterday was successful.  I ate a lot more fruit and vegetables.  I'd primarily been eating meat and bread.  Not too great for the waistline.  I seriously craved snacks but didn't really munch on anything.  Go me!

Weight: 212
improving.

2012

It's a new year and it's already February.  I just got back from vacation with a few extra pounds.  Eep!  So day one of eating healthier starts today.  I'm not sure if running will start today but it will be starting soon.  I'm not sure if my congestion is gone out of my chest enough to be running.  Perhaps I'll walk on the treadmill a little today just to get myself going.

Weight: 214
:(

The panda has stopped running

At least for this moment in time.  I need to get started up again.  I'm sure it would feel good, even if I was wheezing and struggling for a bit.

However, I have somehow still managed to lose some weight.  As of this morning I'm at 204.  I'm not really sure how that worked out but I'm really pleased about it.

Running

is not for people working 6 days a week for 10 to 11 hours a day as a supervisor.  Nope.  At least not like an uber cool professional runner like Angela.  I saw her running today.  Jealous.  :(

210

210.  Two mutha fuckin' ten.  :)  It was nice to see that on the scale this morning.  Certainly made this rainy and overcast day seem full of light.  Hahaha... light.  Get it?  Like the weight I'm moving towards? *sigh*

Um... Yum.

I ran last night even though I wasn't super into it.  At least not initially, once I got going my body just fell into it's rhythm and did it's thing.  So my brain was free to wander (oh yeah, ran 3.5 miles aaaand I picked berries after work too). And wander it did.  I started to see patterns with my emotions and my feelings.  When a friendship or relationship in my life changes I automatically think and feel that it was somehow my fault.  That it was something I did or did not do.

Bestie places the blame on a patriarchal society and/or learned helplessness.  I'm not entirely sure I see where she's coming from.  I'm trying to think about how a patriarchal society would make me feel like everything is my fault.  There's just no connection there for me.  Especially because I grew up in a single parent household, in which the single parent was my Mom.  I certainly didn't get blamed for things that weren't my fault.  I'm scratching my head here.

Learned helplessness is when a person feels powerless to change their situation.  Again, I'm not sure how this relates to me placing blame on myself.  I've definitely put myself in situations when I know what the outcome is going to be and that that outcome is going to be negative, but that's not the same thing.  That would be more.. oh let's say.. self destructive or sadistic.

Oh damn...  I just read some stuff that resounded with the shit that I've been thinking about last night and this morning.  And yeah it's the internet, the MOST reliable source ever so of course it's all super accurate and all fact.  The writer said that people who internalize bad stuff are often at a greater risk for depression.  I can see that and I can relate to it.  I know in the past when I was having a tough time, I would often think a lot of things going wrong was a result of something I did or didn't do.  I would spiral into this self loathing and depressed state.  There were times when I could bear to get out of bed or leave my room.

"So if a relationship breaks down the self-blamer may exclusively blame themselves 'I ruin everything!' rather than seeing outside factors such as the ex-partners behavior or external stresses on the relationship as also partially to blame."

"You may be a person who sees reality in very 'black or white' ways and applies perfectionist standards to your own performance and behavior meaning you continually let yourself down and then have an excuse to 'lash' yourself with recriminations."

Wow... who knew.  I knew I held myself to perfection standards when myself was concerned.  However, I didn't know that I held myself to perfection standards when others are concerned as well.  And I feel stupid  for that.  How could I not see it?

Lots to think about.  Kind of a splotchy jump around ish not super composed post.

On a happy note, I'm going into Anchorage today.  That's why the picture of sushi is at the top of the post.  I'm going to eat sushi when I'm there.  And it's going to be fantastic.

For fantastic fun.  I don't think I'd ever eat this sushi though.

213

I might have even been able to say 212.  But I erred on the side of the heavier poundage.  Moving in the right direction, I'm moving in the right direction.  *happy sigh*  It's slow but it's lasting.  Supposedly I have 50 more lbs to lose before I'm in the normal body mass index range for my height.  I don't know if I'll ever get there, but I'm gonna keep plugging away at it.  If I do 2 lbs every two weeks that's a year.  That blows my mind.  Blows.

Ayaire came in on Friday and she came on my run with me.  I ran from the yield sign up to the top of the hill and then turned around and ran/walked back to town with her after I caught up with her.  It was a relaxing run which was really nice.  It was also nice having someone there with me.  Being able to chat and such on the walking portions.

Because I've been slacking off on making myself run, I printed off a new schedule.  Same schedule just a new sheet so I get the pleasure of marking off the runs that I do.  I think it'll remotivate me and I'll get back into running 3 to 4 times a week instead of 1 to 2 times a week.  It better anyways.  :)  I should also look for a 5k in September or something so I have something to work towards.  And an excuse to be in Anchorage for it!

I ran last night.  I was super tired and that made me feel super slow.  But I ran 2.5 miles instead of sitting on my butt, so I consider it a win.

214

Had a bit of a lazy weekend.  But I didn't deviate too badly on my portions and eating.  As a result I'm 214.  That's one less folks.  One in the right direction.  It's a slow process but it feels good.  And it feels permanent.  Which is rather an incredible feeling.

I've had some amazing runs recently (not a lot of them, but they've been amazing).  Last night (Monday the 18th) I went for a 3 mile run and I hauled my tushie as fast as it could go.  I was sweating and heave-ing and ho-ing and loving every second.  I'm pretty sure I was under 12 minutes miles.  Not fast for some but fast for me.  I'm slowly learning that that's what matters.  It matters than I'm running.  That I'm improving.  That I'm doing this for myself.  That I feel encouraged and happy about this change in my life.

It rained all weekend.  ALL WEEKEND.  Heavily.  It was not conducive to running.  But honestly neither was my frame of mind.  I had a rather depressed patch over the weekend.  I  didn't really want to see anyone Saturday or Sunday.  I slept a lot.  I turned my phone off Sunday and it's been off since then.  I'll probably turn it on today.  It's been kind of nice though, leaving it in my room and not really thinking about it or caring about it.  I'm not entirely certain why my mood was so foul.  I have some ideas.  Work is delayed on the White Alice project but once it gets started and there's a big push, it'll mostly be over this summer.  That's one job down.  The NALEMP stuff is running pretty smoothly.  Just starting up at this point.  IGAP is ongoing and continuing so it's kind of the only thing that would keep me here longer than it takes to finish WA and NALEMP.  But I have nothing to make me leave.  I have nothing to keep me here, but I have nothing to make me go either.  I want some kind of dream, some kind of goal.  Maybe that's why I can't sleep sometimes.  I don't want to sleep because I have nothing to dream about.  How do people find what makes them passionate?  Are they born with it?  Sigh...

The run before Monday was Thursday the 14th.  Mom and I went up to Gram Janice's to see some big ol' owls that had been hanging out in her hood.  We went up kinda late because this sleepy little panda dozed off and took a nap.  (In addition to my running schedule going to hell, my sleep has been way off as well.)  I was decked out in my running gear though, so about 40 minutes before Momma took off back to town in the car, I took off on my feet.  I ran along the low road and then up to the top near the pretty tree and back down to the first stretch of road.  I kept looking behind me after I got down the hill but she wasn't anywhere in sight.  I didn't see her till I was around the tank farm.  I kept my speed up and then sprinted across the slough bridge, barely beating her.  :)  I was so proud of myself!  I so felt like Rocky when he climbs all the stairs and does the fist pump thing into the air.  I walked/jogged my exuberant ass home and then ate popcorn (the new favorite snack).

I haven't done much walking but I did pick berries on the 13th and the 18th.  That's a different kind of working out.  My legs were super tundra sore after the 13th.  Lol...  Better get myself back into Native shape.

No more weeks

The training schedule is over.  And while I've been much more lack-a-daisy about running.  I still have been running.  I have maintained 215.

I ran on Wednesday, after taking a week off, and it felt amazing.  My little legs wanted to go so I let them.  We ran up to the top of the steep hill (just past the pretty tree, everyone should know which tree I'm talking about) and then turned around and started cruising down the hill when my iPod battery died!  How rude!  I ran the rest of the run with the sound of my haggard breathing moving in and out of my lungs.  I ran just under 4 miles.  Lovely.

The incontrovertibly rude iPod that puttered out on my run.

I ran on Saturday.  I was planning on a short run, but felt really good by the time I got to the turn off for first hill.  So my ass thinking it's hot shit decides to just run on up first hill.  On the tundra.  It was steeper and longer than I thought.  I pushed and pushed and pushed and got to the last steep part before it tapers off gently and couldn't get any more oxygen into my lungs.  I had to walk the last part.  I ran a wee bit more on the steep part, got bit by two bugs, and then scuddled my hiney down the not so steep 4-wheeler trail.  I had a tough time catching my wind the whole way home.  Soon as I think I'd got it back I'd speed up and within seconds be heaving and in pain.  So I paced myself and my fantastic hot stuff run turned into a putt-putt home.  Ah well.  Cest la vie.  I still ran.  And it still felt good.

Week VIII

So far I've maintained 215.  This is a good thing.  I will start running again.  As soon as I get some time.  Granted over the 3 day weekend I could have made time but it was a holiday.  I wanted to get toasted and play legos.  It was a rather lame finish to my 8 weeks running.
However, berry picking season will shortly be upon us, as well as silvers.  My running may not stay very regular, but I will keep running.  It just may be adjusted to subsistence needs.

Day seven
No run.  I was super hung over.  And I mean SUPER.  :)  It was fantastic.  I kitten napped most of the day.

Day six
No run.  By the end of the day I could barely walk.  Let alone run.  I moved boxes around in the sheds, packed up tubs of yarn from my room, filled 5 cakes while Momma base iced them, and then put together the new grill.  I should have stopped with the cakes because my back was already hurting from carrying stuff and hunching over a table.  But no...  I had to get the grill put together.

Day five
No run.  There is no time these days.  I can't wait for this NSEDC order to be done with.  The Evert's order came in today so I left work early and put it away.  It was something upwards of 15 boxes of cake stuff.  I was tired afterwards.  We haven't even been cooking.  Just eating salads and nuking shit.

Day four
My body said no.  It was achy and tired.  So I listened and rested.

Week VIII

Day four - I'm back into my smaller jeans.  And down a belt hole size.  Win.  In addition to being a win it's also incredibly encouraging.

Day three - Tired morning.  I couldn't drag myself out of bed at 7:30 like I wanted to.  Had to settle with 8:30 and a 9 am work time.  It was a long day and I didn't have a lot of motivation to run after work, but I really wanted to.  Which seems like a contradiction but it's how I felt.  :)  My body was kind of saying no my brain was saying a huge yes.  I went with yes.
Warm up - walk to yield sign
Run - 3.4 miles
Cool down - walk home

Day two - After today I've decided running schedules were not meant for people to do subsistence.  Went to check net at 8:30 this morning.  Cut fish and put it away till a little after 3.  Then I helped Mom with some stuff and ran some errands.  Before I knew it it was midnight.  So no, I didn't keep to my schedule yet again.  I did run Monday though.  Maybe I'm a Monday, Wednesday, Friday runner as opposed to a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday runner.  I think as long as I get 3 runs in a week then I'm good to go.  This is the last week of my schedule.  I've been running for 8 weeks.  I'm rather proud of myself.  Three more days and then we'll see how focused I stay.  If I start slacking I'll print another schedule but for now I'm going to stick to my 3 runs and a walk day with 3 optional days.

Week VII

Week VIII - Day one
Time has not been in my favor these days.  During the summer days, there is always something that needs to get done.  I think perhaps, I need to be more conscious about setting aside time for running.  Or taking the time.  However it should be worded.  Recap of the past week and a few days.

The new fast shoes.  Courtesy of Nike.  Thanks Chelsea for encouraging me to try on lots of shoes.

The new pink running shirt that fits!  Underarmor.  My Momma spoils me.

Week VII - Day 7 - 216
Flew home.  I must have been kinda pooped because I overslept and missed my check in time by like a half an hour.  Due to the fact that it was travel within Alaska on PenAir this wasn't an issue and I was able to check in, sit on my tushy in the terminal, and get on the plane just fine.  I got home, unpacked a box and got to work.  I cut the grass and then started in on getting the top to side poles put up on the fishrack.  I got 5 of 'em on before Mom and I were hungry.  Which leaves 3 more to go.  After dinner I finished unpacking and put laundry away and fixed the sheets and was tuckered out.  I decided to Ocarina of Time it up instead of running.  Silly panda.  But really.  I feel as though I accomplished a lot.
And as a personal victory, for the first time in a good bit, I was conscious of the quantities of food that I was inhaling while I was in Anchorage.  And  I did not put on all the poundage back on.  I was exceptionally proud of myself.

Week VII - Day 6
Semi-busy day.  Slept in after staying up fairly late.  Bought and shipped another 200 or so pounds of stuffafa.  Walked and shopped with Miss Chelsea Lorraine.  Panda napped and then had a fantastic evening with a gentleman friend.

Week VII - Day 5 - 216
Whoa busy.  But good.  Fabulously good.  Another early day.  I might just switch my schedule to 8 am.  I'm not sure how I voluntarily feel about giving up my 9 am wake up though.  Got to work and got my head right into the game and finished my grant with like 4 hours to spare.  Yeah buddy.  I felt inordinately proud of myself.  Hustled my hiney home to eat me some lunchness, pack and got on the plane to Anchorage.  Momma got an order for 26 half sheet cakes amidst the 3 wedding cakes she's busting out this summer so I needed to go on a supply run and will be the filler and boxer for this endeavor.  Soon as I landed, I was off running around.  Pulled everything from Costco and did one Freddies run before packing and dropping it all off at Evret's.  No time, no time.  But I had time enough to go out to dinner with my big seester Shauntel.  Crush is heavenly.  HEAVENLY.

Crush - picture taken from their website

Week VII - Day 4 - 217
After work I had an hour to get my ass fed and geared up to go set net.  I was like 5 minutes late.  Slacker!  Went for a boat ride in the ocean with Joe, Ashley and Greg.  I was in heaven.  We set two nets, hung out a little but no luck, and then cruised back.  On the way back I saw a little seal head pop out of the water and then swim away.  :)  Home again, home again.  Turned my compost and worked on the grant.  Blink of an eye = bedtime.  No run.  :(

Week VII - Day 3 - 217
Ran today.  I just felt it.  I was a little faster than my normal time.  It was amazing.  Even though it was a short one.
Warm up - walk to yield sign
Run - 2.4 miles
Cool down - walk home

Week VII - Day 2 - 218
Today was a perfect running day.  It was breezy and a little over cast.  Not too warm and bug free!  Although bugs are a little earthly motivation to keep your ass moving.  Mom offered to come meet me at the end of the 3.3 run to the second stop sign and I happily accepted her offer for a change of scenery.  After my run I picked a bouquet of bluebells for the Momma.
Warm up - walk to yield sign
Run 3.3 miles to second stop sign
Cool down - walk to beach and back

Week VII - Day 1 - 218
Happy Monday.  No running.  Or at least I didn't run.  I think I was stupid tired cause I woke up at 6:30 for job related responsibilities.  Let's just say this girl is not a morning person.

Week VI - Day seven - 220
This is getting pretty hazy.  Remember back this far.  I don't think I wanted to walk but I made myself take a little half an hour walk just around town.  And it felt good.

Week VI - Day six - 220
Didn't run today because I ran on Friday.  I tell ya.  This whole week was one day off.  Today was a rather successful garage sale and picnic however.  I ended up burnt.  :)

Week VI - Day five - 220
Run panda run!  I ran today.  I don't remember what route I did though.  I guess I need to be more diligent in my updates.  It's tough when you're busy though.  And I don't think it was an incredibly long run.  Hm...  Only my body will know.  Not my brain.