I love working out. I love training. I love racing. I have days that "I don't want to" - but not too many. Training for my first marathon I gained 10 pounds. Not muscle. I checked. I can't find it. I'm not sure how it happened - or at least I don't want to believe I overdosed on GU and electrolyte drinks (but I'm pretty sure I did).
Instead of hating my scale and poking my fat (you do that, right?) I'm going to celebrate!
I'm going to work on getting to my racing weight.
First step: line up a babysitter for Wednesday nights. Sam and I go to a team track workout/date night. (done!)
Second: Up my veggie intake and back off the sugary crap
Anything you would like to celebrate? Blisters? Black toenails? Chub rubs scars (I got those)
Black toenails ... I stay in denial about that by painting my does a dark blood red color. When I removed the polish last month I notice a new color to some of my toes. :(
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