Carrie: One Hawt Mess

Happy New Year!  I made the executive decision a couple of days ago that MY 2011 would start a week late.  I've been rather ill since mid December and the thought of being 18 miles behind in my 2011 running goal was pretty depressing.  Especially since Angenette and Natalie have turned into Kenyans and just keep racking up the miles with reckless abandon.

So, today I woke up (uh, 2 hours late), pulled my favorite running tights out of the dirty laundry, threw on my Ragnar shirt and a pair of socks I got in a marathon swag bag and headed to the gym....I figured that wearing all of those race reminders would at least make me look like I was a runner (WAS being the key word here).

Fortunately I was the only one at the gym.  So I picked my favorite treadmill and started watching a History Channel special on Hell....oh, the irony.  Right after mile one I got the dreaded tell-tale gurgle in my stomach that every one who has ever run dreads because it only leads to one thing:  the runner's runs.  Thank GOODNESS I was at the gym and NOT out on a trail.  After a short break I was back on the treadmill, learning about Hell and ignoring my hacking cough....but then....

Right before mile 4 I felt something unusually uncomfortable slithering down my leg.  Runner's runs part two?  Nope.  It took another tenth of a mile for me to figure out that I pulled out, and on, more than just my running tights out of the dirty laundry.  Yes folks...I had an extra pair of underwear, under there.  The sad part is that it took me FOUR miles to realize I had an extra bunch balled up around my butt...FOUR MILES.

Maybe I should start my year over tomorrow...in clean clothes.

January 7th:  5 miles

Blisters and Trains

I should have listened to Carrie - she told me that 5 miles was enough. But I knew that I wouldn't be able to run today (Wed) and I felt great at 5 so kept going. Of course I ended up with 2 big blisters on the sides of my big toes and woke up feeling like I was run over by a train.

Jan 4 = 10 miles

I Weigh, Therefore I Run

I knew I was leading a life of reckless eating abandon in the days leading up to and following my 35th birthday. That's what stress and knowing you're 35, single, and can't do anything about it will do to me. AND Christmas and New Years too. I just didn't realize the damage until I weighed myself yesterday for my family weight loss challenge. Luckily, all my clothes still fit, but I guess the extra weight will make it a little easier to lose 10% of my body weight for the family weight loss challenge. BUT, I was still REALLY sad when I saw what the scale told me. So, even with shin splints for the first 3 miles...

Jan 3 = 8 miles

12 miles behind and counting

So, I was totally stoked to try and live up to Angenette's assumptions about my running ability.  Then I got a sinus infection.  Then I got pink eye.  Now I have a horrible cough.  So it's January 4th an I'm 12 miles behind my running goal for the year 2011.  Angenette may think this is a hot mess, but in the end:  "2011 = 3 + 7 Which is what we're going to be...perfect 10s"!!!

Carrie Total Miles = 0