This is the size I was when we got married, 30 years ago. I’m at the upper edge of a size 12. When I reach my goal in 14 more pounds, things will all be just right.
I went shopping yesterday, and peeps, I wear a size 12 now! I bought shorts and running pants/yoga pants and running shirts and yoga shirts. Boy, I’m a happy gal. There’s something so jazzy about having a nice pile of running clothes in a size medium. Makes me want to go running every day just so I can wear the cool clothes. Yes, I’m that shallow. Seriously, are you surprised?
All along, my secret plan has been to get fit so I can wear yoga and running wear around the house 24-7. I used to do that in my 40’s and it was oh so nice. Pretty clothes and so comfortable. I’m not into going out in my workout wear, but for around the house they’re uber comfy.
Size 12 shorts, both of them. Waa hoo I haven’t worn shorts in a decade.
So much fun! I tried on dresses too. Here are some bad ones for your amusement:
This one was a least a size too small. My boobs still look huge. What’s up with that?
And this one just looks a little ridiculous.
I was in JC Penny’s, looking through dresses that were hanging on a rack on the wall and the whole entire thing came down in my hands. Dresses scattered all over the floor. I turned tail and left instantly. But I’m a good citizen so I went to the cashier and told her. I really wanted to try on a certain dress that was in the bottom of the pile, but my pride wouldn’t let me get down in a pile of $100 dresses and dig. And $100 for a sundress? That’s nuts.
My running skirt and new spring green wicking running top!
I had a HARD but good run with the one person who showed up for the Meetup group. He’s a great guy. He usually comes with his wife, but she couldn’t make it. He’s a pretty fast runner who just hasn’t been exposed much to running. I’m excited to see what he’ll do. He has the makings of a really fast runner. We set my new handy dandy iphone app timer for Run 5/Walk 1. I was really pushing it, keeping my time in the 11:00 zone which is tough for me. I suspect he could rocket out into 8 minute miles at a moments notice. Still, we both got in a good hard run for that 3 miles.
One of the things I’m enjoying about the running group is how different everyone is. It’s interesting to see how we’re all are on our own journey, wanting to become runners or better runners. Several people who joined want to lose weight. It’s just wonderful to be out there with real people who are just now working out how they want to be, what they want to achieve. Every week, it’s refreshing and invigorating, even if some of them totally and completely kick my butt.
Today on my long run, I was running like a zombie. I was running at a ridiculously slow pace because I was still pooped from last nights run. And I’m 51. I’m going to use that excuse for a long time. And then I’m going to change it to, “Because I’m 52”.
Today I ran 5 miles at a run 5/walk 1 pace. That’s FIVE MILES, in case you didn’t see that part. Then I walked another 3 miles to get back home.
I like this person I’ve become. I think I have a pretty fabulous life.
So here’s the thing. Back when I was 40 and running, I really wanted to run ultras: 50 miles and 100 miles. I know. It’s insane. But it’s trail running, which is easy on the joints, and the one thing I do have going for me is that I’m strong on endurance.
To be completely honest, there’s no way in this whole world I could run 50 miles. Probably. Maybe. But trail runners, when they train, try for about a 15 minute mile which includes running and walking-almost always WALKING up any hills. Because, HELLO, it’s 100 freakin’ miles they’re going to have to cover. Save the energy and all.
That’s one reason that I don’t care about my time. Because I know that the strongest, most bull-headed runners there are, don’t push for much more than 15 minute miles on long distances. Well, I’m sure the winners do.
Lately I’ve been thinking….maybe I’ll just keep this up and then start entering some trail races. Maybe I could run a half marathon by this method. I mean it’s MY body and I get to make the rules about how I want to do a race. So, my mind is reaching into the possibilities.
I’m not exactly sure what’s wrong with me, no one is, but in any given situation, the only option that intrigues me is the hardest choice. But the thing is, I usually rock that choice, because I’m so driven. So, I won’t say “never” on trail racing and “Ultras”.
I’m so tired after a looong run. But I feel so good and so happy. I wish I could take a drug that would give me energy so I could go back out again and repeat the run. Well, I’m sure I COULD take a drug of some sort, but I’m also sure it would be the kind of drug that could land me in jail. And then how could I run?