Yesterday I headed out after work about 4:15. The temperature was 77 degrees--not too shabby right? Well, the humidity was around 90%, and it was just as tough running in that as it was in 95 degree sunshine. I am sorry to bellyache so much, but this weather sucks. I could, and have, run so much better if the weather were decent. I am grateful my 5K race day was a practically perfect day.
I have always been a pansy, you see, when it comes to being comfortable. I grew up in the country, spending my summer days at my grandparents (they lived down the hill from us) with my cousins and whining that I didn't want to go outside with the other kids because it was hot and buggy and I didn't like to sweat. Seriously, I was a City Girl at age 8 and wanted to be inside in front of a fan (they didn't have AC when I was little) reading a book.
So this suffering in the weather thing is new for me. I'm still a pansy, obviously, since all I can do is whine and moan about it. Eventually, I suppose, I'll get over myself and stop the bitchin'. Or not. At least I'll try not to whine so much to you guys.
At least the scale is cooperating with me again. Yesterday's weigh in at LAWL was 156.0, which is an official loss of 51.2 pounds. I think I've said this before, but that's around what my 6 year old daughter weighs. Freaking unbelievable that a) I used to carry a 6 year old around on my body and b) I've stuck with this long enough to unload the 6 year old.
I'm noticing more definition in my upper body--bones and muscles are emerging since the thick layer of fat is disappearing. I'll be adding pilates or weights or some kind of cross training again soon (gotta get the group exercise schedule from the gym to find out when classes are) so I can get my abs in shape.
Other than my saddlebags, which I've had forever and will only go away if I get "Dr. 42420" to suck out the fat (which ain't happening, not because I'm against liposuction but because I don't have the cash), my stomach is my nemesis. Don't get me wrong, there's lots going right with my body--no more back fat (hooray!), I'm getting a waistline again, my legs look nice from all the running, but I still have a fat roll when I sit down or wear a tight waist band. It's the price I pay for getting older and for having those kids, I suppose. Frankly I don't think losing 10 more pounds is going to get rid of it, so I may have to just get used to the belly like I have my wide-load ass.
Can you tell I'm in a crappy mood? Man, I need some chocolate. At least it's almost Friday.