my fourth half-marathon happened two weekends ago.
yes, hello? four? that’s right. four. in the span of about 15 months, i have done this four times. on purpose. voluntarily.
and this time, i took some others down with me. mwah fucking hah.
the david and i flew to seattle for the rock n roll half marathon to run with my lady friends virginia and alysha, and then alysha slurped in her friends yari and chris. you see how these thing spiral out of control. a very slow, plodding out of control.
anyway, i sucked at training for it, as per usual, and was not planning to try very hard. but ended up staying with virginia for all of 8 miles before i crapped out and told her to take her appropriately trained tuchis to the finish while i moped along, rueing the ridiculous choices i make.
it didn’t rain.
i didn’t die.
i finished in 2:52 which is far from my best, but it’s also not my worst of the four.
and then, sweet baby james, i agreed to and actually signed up for the vegas rock n roll in december, with this same entourage of folks.
please don’t ask me what is the matter with me because i’ll be damned if i know.
bootleg screenshot of me and v holding hands
I got a little fed up with my own “I want to lose some weight” whine and joined Weight Watchers. Yeah, I roll my eyes at the clichedness of it myself.
I really just needed that official weekly weigh-in and accountability. Everything else about it is kind of fluff. I know how to eat well and I’m familiar with exercise. The meetings aren’t teaching me anything I don’t already know in spades, but I do kind of enjoy that self indulgent half an hour block of time to wallow in the woe-is-me-it’s-hard-not-to-eat-french-fries!
I do like tracking food and activities – most of the time. When I’ve gone out to eat somewhere, the prospect of trying to guess the worth of the meal is just too stupid and I leave it blank.
But so far it’s gone alright. I lost 6.6 pounds in the first 3 weeks. And since it’s Fat Tuesday, there’s another weigh in tonight. I have some concerns about how well that’s going to go. There was a lot of extra eating this week and a dearth of extra exercising. The odds may not be in my favor. But the point is that I will go, I will face whatever the number is, and move on. And then just do my best to make it a little better next week.