Waist: 30
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23.5

I ran for the first time tonight since January 7th! Aside from a wicked cramp, it went WAY better than I was expecting after so much time off.

Last week we went on a cruise, so aside from some sightseeing, there wasn't much exercise, but there was tons of food and rest. I was actually impressed that I only weighed half a pound more the day we got back than the day we left.

Waist: 30
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

Waist: 29
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23.5

I've been taking it easy with the broken arm and the bruised ribs and the cold and such. I haven't been taking it easy on the food, and it's starting to show. It's about time to start back to the running, but it's just so hard to start over yet again.

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23.5

I missed last week's WiW because Rex and I were on vacation in Colorado. That is actually a whole 'nother post. It involved illness, and falls and a lot of reading and tv watching. I haven't run or worked out since we got back, mostly due to injuries and illness.

The weather in Colorado cut out some of our skiing, so I didn't get as much working out done there as I had planned on. It remains to be seen if I'll still be capable of training for the half in March.

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 36.5
Thigh: 23.5

In spite of only running once last week, I'm still totally on track for the half. This week, the weather has been bad, company is in and I'm trying to get everything ready for a trip. I don't see any runs in my near future, I'm just hoping the snowboarding can at least keep me from falling back in my training.

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

I had grand plans for the last week. I was going to run Friday, even though we had company. And of course I would run Monday, and then Shred Tuesday to get fully thighed up for the snowboarding trip.

And then Thursday night, Rex and I spent the entire night puking and...other things. Food poisoning.

I felt like a wet rag on Friday, and honestly was still hurting all weekend. Monday wasn't much better. Tuesday, I still wasn't up to par, although how much of that was a desire to avoid exercise, I don't know.

Tonight was a late gymnastics night, and it's fairly cold, although not below limits, and I have a headache. I'm canning the run, but planning to do a Shred when the ibuprofen kicks in.

Cause *this* is how you train for a half marathon.

I went in to get a new tire on my old van, and walked out with a second van.

To be fair, I did all the research 6 months ago, and we've just been waiting for the price to drop and the availability to increase. I had a number going in, and they were strangely eager to meet it. Which of course means I should have asked for more off, but whatever, we both got what we want.

It's still sort of a letdown, though. I mean, I basically got an updated, but slightly downgraded version of exactly what I already had.

And it wasn't like I had anything against the old van. It was still totally comfortable, reliable, and functional. I don't really want to get rid of it. It's Rex's car that poses the problem. It's too small to hold us all if something did happen the my van, and it's about the size of a Converse high top, which means if Rex and/or the kids ever get into an accident, they are guaranteed to lose to anything except a Smart Car. And while we haven't had a single repair issue with his car, it is 7 years old.

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

I did it! I finished the challenge!

And then I took Monday off, in honor of my tired, tired feet and Christmas.

And then in spite of that, I got off my ass and ran again tonight! And I was really fast (for me)!

In weighty matters, I was at my lightest in months on Christmas Eve morning. Then we had Pizza Hut for dinner, and then Christmas Day happened, and then I swore I was going to back on on Monday, and suuuure I can make up for the sticky bun I had for breakfast, but there's no coming back from La Madeleine.

Then I did much better and Shredded and ran and why isn't any of that weight going away?

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

I'm only 1 run away from hitting Rob's challenge of 400 miles by his 40th birthday! That's 400 miles this year!

Still haven't lost any weight.

And I'm so tired.

Waist: 29.5
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

I managed to get my three runs in last week, but it took me til Sunday to do it. Then I had to start this week's runs on Monday. I was really happy to have a day to rest on Tuesday. I spent all day today gearing myself up for a run, only to be rained out. I don't really have any days to spare at this point, but I can't change the weather! Worse is that it isn't looking good for tomorrow, either.

I've backed off the Shred again, since my legs were toast after two 40 minute runs in two days, and I'm scared to tire them out too much knowing I have to run a bunch of make-up days. But I also don't want to give up those squat muscles. Lord knows I don't want to go through the Day 1 soreness again. And that snowboarding trip is sneaking up on me fast!

Waist: 30
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

I was doing well last week, and then this week started out with arctic temps. Call me a wuss, but I have a 39 degree minimum. The HIGH for Tuesday was 40! Add to that the cold that Owen gave me, and I took today completely off. I did manage to Shred Monday and Tuesday, with minimal soreness after the first day, and a very tight right calf after the second. My abs are sore when I cough, but I'm honestly not sure if that's from the Shred or the Cough.

Awwww!

This morning, I realized that he probably got that line from the Maxwell House Christmas commercial. Whatever, he used it appropriately and in a heart-melting way.

And I felt special.

Until he chased the cat around with the bow this morning and used the same line on her.

Waist: 30
Hips: 37
Thigh: 23

Thank goodness, the first week of holiday gluttony seems to be over.

I took all of last week off, sort of unintentionally. In fact, I had had big plans, but the food and the laziness and the sickness got to me.

Monday, I decided to pick up where I left off and pulled out a 35 minute run. Tuesday was the first time in quite a while that I've woken up sore from running and stayed that way most of the day.

Unfortunately, Tuesday was also the day I swore I was going to start Shredding again. I have a ski trip to prepare for, after all. I tried not to push too hard, since I still have to keep pushing on the running, but I was sore within minutes of finishing. I'm truly concerned that I won't be able to walk by Thursday.

I'm not sure how many more years I can keep this up. I think the posts get more placeholderish every year, although this year I managed to remember at a decent time each evening to put something up (mostly because I finally have a smart phone. Not because I was more motivated or anything.) Even now, all I feel is relief that there's one less thing I have to do tomorrow.

NaBloPoMo used to be motivation to come up with something meaningful to write about every day, in the hopes that it could jumpstart my creativity the rest of the year. This year, it just trying to hold on to a tradition that even it's creator is letting go.

Ah, well. I'll see how I feel next year.

After a miserable night, I thought for sure I would be taking Owen in today. But once his morning dose of ibuprofen kicked in, he perked up and was just a normal amount of sick. I had high hopes that we were on the upswing.

He ate something (good sign, right?) and then I put a movie in. After about an hour, he said he was tired. Not a bad thing, it was almost his normal naptime anyway.

He woke up an hour in, moaning and crying and coughing again, absolutely miserable. While I was on the phone seeing if we could get an appointment ASAP, he coughed and coughed until he barfed. After a few more minutes of the movie, he said he wanted to lay down in his bed.

His heartbeat feels so fast. So is his breathing. I know he's getting enough oxygen, because he's a lovely shade of pink, but I'm wishing we were at the doctor right now, and wondering if it's negligent to wait until I've dropped the girls off at gymnastics to take him to after care.

My common sense and my intuition are at war.