The Little Train that DID!

These legs ran ONE HUNDRED MILES in January.
The most EVER for me in one month.
I beat my previous high water mark by 15 miles.
Running 39 miles in 2 days didn't hurt any.
Don't expect another triple digit showing in February.

Mols and I walked 28.5 miles in January. This is in addition to my running miles.
Had a good showing on the bike in January too. I haven't logged these kinda miles since I trained for my Half Ironman in 2006. It's been really good cross training.

My doughnut fix. Isn't fixed. While running my 12 miler today, I was on the trail that runs pretty close to Krispy Kreme. You could smell them making doughnuts. Mmm...If I would have had any money on me, or knew that I could beg in the parking lot, I would have been there in a heart beat.

To my run today...It was CRAPTASTIC! My new favorite word I stole from Sarah. I ran 12 miles and never really got in the groove. Ya know...just one of those days you have every so often. Good thing the weather was perfect and the sun was out and shining. BUT...Craptastic turned into Fantastic when I finished that last mile and hit One Zero Zero, baby!

Almost There

Wow....getting through a full 5 day work week takes a lot outta a girl. With vacation and holidays, it's been since Thanksgivingish that I worked a full 5 day week. At least I didn't have to come into the office all 5 days. Now that would be draining. Whewww...

Crazy to think January is about wrapped up. There are 2 more running days to get to the triple digit mark in miles. Think I can do it?? Here's a hint...I think I can. I think I can. I know I can. I know I can.

Move Over Miss Piggy

I have done nothing but eat since last night's run. After two plates of dinner, pudding and then a cookie, I looked up from my plate to find Doug laughing at how much I was snarfing down. Usually once I get something in the tum, I'm fine. But last night was never ending.

And why am I still starving today? I'm not emotionally eating. I'm h.u.n.g.r.y. And it's not all sweets I'm eating either. Really odd...

It's time for a bike ride now so I can burn off some calories so I can eat some more.

And for my GA stalker...there will be no more blogging today. Take a break and check back tomorrow.

Goodbye Number Three

Tonight was a Y night.
800 meter repeats.
It was to be number 3.
But I felt so damn good after number 3...
I ran number 4!

Next week...running 5...kinda already scares me.
But I have a whole week to talk myself into it.

Last night Osana and I took a ride. I love her.
Tomorrow we may take another ride.
Dare I bump up my time?
Why not?!

A World of Thanks and a New World Record

A World of Thanks...

A HUMONGOUS THANKS to Sarah at Junk Miles for sending me the sweetest stuff from the Nike Women's Marathon. She sent a drawstring bag, a t-shirt I wanted so bad, but didn't get, when I was there. Now Karen and I can be twinkies. AND...a hooded sweatshirt that is thick and cozy. I can't wait to be stylin' around town in my new gear.

I love you! I love you! I love you! Thank you so much for thinking of me. You are a doll!
A New World Record

At least in my world. And NO...it wasn't downing 2 dozen doughnut holes! Saturday morning we woke up to run and it was 7 degrees outside. I can handle 7 degrees. Then Doug told me it was 7 degrees with a windchill of -9. Oh...well...that could change things. Hmmm...I've never run outside when there was a -9 degree windchill. How many miles were we running? 8...okay...What is the longest I've ever run on the treadmill? 4...okay...So to the Y we go. And guess what? I did it! I ran 8 miles on the treadmill. Again, the tv made all the difference in the world. I watched me a little L&O (Law and Order) and poof-there's an hour. And after, I felt like a million bucks. So glad I decided to run and not wuss out.

Dancing Doughnut Dreams

Last night, dreams of doughnuts danced in my head.
I could see.feel.smell.taste them.
I could hardly get back to sleep because I was imagining the sugary feel on my tongue.
I kept wishing the alarm would sound so I could Get.Me.Some.Doughnuts.Damn.It!
The alarm finally sounds and I am excited. The doughnut shop is open. Heee. Heee.
I kiss Doug and wish him a great day at work then Mols and I head out to walk to the doughnut shop.
"I'll have a dozen doughnut holes," I hear myself tell the lady as I'm smiling...almost giddy.
Then I think to myself, "twelvvvee doughnut holes?? Is six not enough??" Nope. It sure wasn't.
We did make it all the way home without me having one. I just knew how great they were going to taste with my yummy hot coffee. But then I couldn't wait for the coffee to brew so I grabbed the sack and popped the soft, doughy pieces of heavenly sugar one by one into my watery mouth.
Then I looked in the bag, shook it. And then shook it again. What? That's all of them? Some must have fallen out of the bag on my way home. I'm sure of it. Ha!
So...how many doughnut holes make one doughnut? 3?...6? My thought? Who cares! I wanted them. I was craving them. I ate them. I loved them. That's that. And I walked to get them...1.5 miles worth. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Just Sayin'...

Things have been a whirlwind lately but I have to remember the saying above.
Sometimes life gets in the way. But if you want something bad enough, you make time for it. If not, being 'busy' can easily turn into an excuse. And I despise excuses.
Luckily, things seem to be settling down a bit and I'm able to catch my breath.
Not working out for two days can really drag a girl down. I felt like crap.
So...I got this booty up this morning so Osansa and I could go for a bike ride (to nowhere).
Got the blood pumping and It.Feels.Good.
Working out, especially running, makes my life not so crazy and brings me back into the moment.
Tonight...a run.
Outside.
Four miles in this fabulous blue sky, 60 degree, January weather.
Then another two with Mols.
Whoo! Hoo!