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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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May 10, 2005

dreaming of running permalink

It happened again. I dreamt about running. It was effortless, it was fun, it was that feeling of control and effort and skill, awareness and ease. I dreamt I was walking with someone, and we crossed a street at the stoplight. When we got across the street, we ran, like children. Down brick sidewalks, through arches, up and down stairs.

When I was a kid, I ran everywhere. Or I rode my bike at top speed. My dad was constantly telling me to slow down, and to stop running. And when I drive, I'm a leadfoot. So it's ironic that I'm so slow walking, cycling, even running.

I'm feeling a little better today, though not exactly high-energy. I walked for about five minutes this morning, and it wore me out. Going down five flights of stairs for a cup of coffee also winded me for about 10 minutes. And hips and arms still ache. And my brain—a little foggy.

But I've had some success wrangling some PHP, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to delegate some work and get myself out of a bit of the work stress I've been under.

I've been trying to figure out how I will get this 21 miler in this weekend. I figured I could walk to PFit Saturday morning, which at tops is 4 miles. We'll be doing 9 miles in PFit. Okay, so that's 13 miles down, 8 to go. Okay, and if I walk back home, another 4 miles, which leaves 4 miles left to do. So, if I do an out for 40 minutes and back for 40 minutes, there's the 21 miles. Let's see if I actually manage this.

To add to the potential fun, there's a racewalking seminar scheduled for right after PFit. I know if I do the racewalking seminar, I'm going to be hard pressed to do the rest of the 21 miler. But I'd really like to do the racewalking seminar.

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While I think my body is still reshaping, I have so fallen off the weightloss wagon, and I need to find the wagon and jump back on. I've been stuck at my plateau, and really not trying to move past it. I know the rules: decrease empty calories, increase activity. But knowing the rules and actually acting on them is another thing altogether.

I'd love to lose a few pounds by June 5. It'd be good to have less weight to carry up and down all those hills!

Posted at May 10, 2005

Comments

I don't know about hte weightloss wagon but I noticed in teh last picture that you were looking trimmer, especially in your face.

Posted by: brit at May 10, 2005 4:29 PM