Saturday, July 18, 2009

3 lb.

At mile 24, I made myself a deal. If I would just power through the last 2.2, dietary discipline would be tossed to the wayside for seven days.

It worked; my legs kept revolving toward a mirage of milkshakes and chicken strips. But my week of gluttony, combined with rest from most physical activity, has taken its toll. The scale whimpered when I stepped onto it this morning.

In other news: even though we had decided to take a week of rest, Luke and I declared three days long enough on Tuesday night.

This is what running felt like Wednesday morning:

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