I'm Alive

Barely. It took four days to get over whatever ugly bug decided to take up residence in my digestive system. Bright side: 3.5 pound weight loss. Down side: I've never been that sick. Ever. But I'm better. Thank goodness.

Now I have out of town company, so not much time to post. Gladys was in fine form this week, so I'll be back soon. In the meantime, here's my TGIF foto fun. Late, as usual. This is what I look like upon finishing the hardest marathon I've ever run, which isn't unlike how I look after four days of gastric distress. Not. Good.

Weekend Update

This post is coming live from my living room where my pathetic self is slabbed out on the couch from which I have not moved in two days. I didn't eat any peanut butter, but I may as well have. The upside: I discovered at least two things I hate more than the treadmill. And both involve the untraditional use of a toilet.

Moving on to a better subject...

The treadmill and I sorta made up! On Monday, I ran 35 non-stop minutes varying between 12 minute and 10 minute mile pace. It certainly won't set any records, but this felt like a great accomplishment considering I ended up walking the past several times I attempted to run on the treadmill. On Wednesday, with the help of some John Bon Jovi eye candy (you all were right about the TV) I ran 30 minutes, but this time I stayed on 10 minute mile pace the entire run.

I still don't love the treadmill yet, but I made myself have a better outlook about it. And I was yet again reminded that attitude really is everything when the universe rewarded my new found anti-antagonistic attitude. The sun came out Thursday, the temperature made it all the way up to 39 degrees, and I RAN OUTSIDE! It was only three miles, but I enjoyed every step.

My plan for this week includes at least three runs (no pun intended), however I will first have to pry myself off this couch.