My Running Mini-goals: In a month, I’ll have worked up to 10 miles. That’s not unrealistic, considering I’m already between 4 and 5 miles. If I increase at 1.5 – 2 mile increments every week, I’ll be set. At 6 weeks, I’ll be at 12 miles, and that last mile should be a piece of cake.
I have not wrapped my brain around doing an all-out marathon yet. That takes a level of commitment I’m not quite ready for.
I tried putting on a certain pair of pants today. I wore these pants not too long ago. I managed to put both legs through, but when it came time to button and zip? Made me mad. It was early morning, so I quietly folded the pants and put them back in the drawer. Those are going to fit again. Properly. It’s not like I obsess about my weight, but it’s hard not to notice when my body is going through changes, because, originally, there was not a lot of it. And, to the untrained eye, there’s not a whole lot more now. I can tell, though.
What’s funny is I can run quasi-far distances and still feel pretty good. A 6-7% weight gain (you do the math) and it’s not so bad. Sure, I can feel I’m heavier, and I manipulate the silver lining by saying at least my legs will be stronger having more of a load to push. But, I also remember what 89 pounds feels like and know that it’s not a dangerously low weight for my height. It’s lean. Lately, I’ve run less frequently and increased the calories, especially bad calories. The math makes sense.
The other day I wore some trouser socks. They come up to the knee. They’re skin tight, with elastic at the hem. I fell asleep in them, and the elastic seemed either to cut off circulation and/or cut into my skin. My legs weren’t numb when I woke up, but the socks felt tighter around my legs. I rolled them down to my ankles, which felt much better. Now, I have a red-welty line on the backs of both knees. Note to self: take off trouser socks before bed.
Something else I wanted to jot down. Bah, too late. I already forgot.