Feh. Gained a pound. Oh well. Still, a net loss over the past two weigh ins. And I have a new (secret) number that I will not allow myself to go over any more. It’s .4 lbs over what I am now, so I’m going to have to be extra good this week. And next, and the next, and so on and so forth, etc, ad nauseum.
But I have been working out diligently. Every other day doing weight training and yesterday (fer’instance) I did 50 minutes, thats 3.5 miles (walking and running) on the treadmill. 450 calories burned. Not too shabby. I have a new way of keeping motivated on the treadmill. One song I walk, one song I run. After about halfway through, I change it to one song walk, two songs run. It makes the time go by.
I read in the paper this morning that Paula Radcliffe, the English runner who is really really fast (as in she holds the world records in lots of things) is supposed to do the Crescent City Classic this year. Like me. In 2002 we did our first marathon together in London. Well, okay, I finished almost four hours and 40,000 people after her. But I do feel a bit of a kinship with her. (Writing it down makes it seem retarded, but I can’t help it.) Anyway, now I’m sort of wishing I hadn’t signed up to run the Classic, but instead could be at the end watching her set a new world’s record. Ah well. Maybe I’ll win this time.