Enter real life.....

It's been five days since I last "ran". But why, Cathy?, I can hear you all asking. You have been doing so amazingly fantastically unpredictably well. Real life is why. Pam was busy with her mom for the first couple of days, and now she has gone home. So, I have to figure out how to fit in running without a live in childcare provider. I knew the day would come, but I didn't think it would be so hard. Hopefully this won't be the derailment of this project. Tony is very supportive, it's just hard squeezing out the time.

So, this was my second day doing the two minute "runs", and it was both good and bad. The theme of today's run is "It was freakin' windy". It was good when the wind was behind me. Then, I just flew along. Of course, that was during the downhill portion of the run - the part I really can manage quite well without the wind, thankyouverymuch. Once I turned up Dorothea (hill from hell), the wind was in my face. And oh. my. goddess. I think I have explained before how I just plod going up hill - and this is the worst hill there is. The force of the wind almost outweighed the force my legs were able to exert. Plodding would be an exaggeration - as a matter of fact, I should probably say I "plodded" up that hill.

In addition to blowing directly into my face, chest, and in one ear and out the other, the wind apparently was blowing straight down as well. I was very heavy today - my legs seemed to weigh much more than normal on my second, third, fourth, and fifth runs. However, I did successfully complete the task, and when I blew back into the house, I was quite pleased with myself.

I also picked up my eating habits this week. I have been eating mostly bread, cookies, a regular supper, and coke for a long time now - although everyone else in my family gets carefully planned and prepared nutritious meals, somehow I fail to extend that courtesy to myself. So, in honour of myself, I have used Dr. Phil's rapid start menu plans as a basis for this week's meal planning, and included a column for myself in the meal plans.

And finally, I have discovered the cure for munchy bum while running. Wear fat underwear. I generally don't, but have three pairs of Fruit of the Loom, really ugly, big underwear. I bought them in a fit of pique early post partum, when I felt about as sexy as those underwear. They didn't creep up at all - not even once. I knew I was saving them for something!