The St. Patty's Day parade in Denver is kind of a big deal. It is like the 5th longest in the country or world or universe (or so I'm told) and Saturday I figured out why. They'll let anyone walk in it. Seriously, there were numerous "Italy Pride" floats and other various random organizations that seemingly had nothing to do with St. Patty's Day or the Luck of the Irish. Also, after I'd imbibed a beer or two, I started yelling "THATS NOT IRISH" whenever bagpipes went by playing "Scotland the Brave". It was a good day.
However, I had also made an excellent decision to get very little sleep on Friday night, so by the time 7pm rolled around Saturday night, I was one sleepy kid. Cue Sunday morning. I expected to sleep heavily and wake up around 10 or so, however at 7 am, I was wide awake and quite bitter about it.
I left the comfort of my bed and headed for the couch and watched random movies for a few hours then headed down to the hot tub in my building for some more Harry Potter reading. I came back up and nestled into my papasan chair and read for a few more hours, all the while Allison taunted me with "how'd that 6 mile run you had planned go?" Then around 5 pm, I finally mustered the energy and motivation and set out for my run. I have no idea where the motivation came from, but I'm glad I went. It wasn't pretty, but by the 5th mile my body had actually loosened up from the weekend abuse it had taken.
Overall, my average pace dropped from 11:20 to 11:07 minute miles, but I think that's because I actually stopped the watch at traffic lights and didn't really walk at all. Hopefully once I start doing more speedwork runs, this will drop below 11 minutes.
Unfortunately, the scale and I are still not seeing eye to eye on this whole how much I should weigh thing. While my pants are looser and my thighs are slowly going from jello to bricks, the scale has not budged. Not even 0.01 lb. I recognize that muscle weighs more than fat and blah blah blah, but I want a lower number goshdarnit!
lower numbers will come! it takes time, miss beer. :)
ReplyDeleteIf your pants fit better, that's all that matters. That's why I don't weigh myself!!
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