I flew down to Tampa yesterday to present at a conference this morning, and I had grand intentions of curling up in the hotel room last night, and penning (or keying) a wonderful blog post...since I would be alone and inspired.
However, the hotel charged for internet connection and my checking account does not authorize such ridiculous spending, regardless of how inspired I think I am.
SO, as I am awaiting my airplane to take me home (via the ATL...also known as the 6th gateway to hell), I thought I would touch base.
Diet and exercise is plugging right along. I ran another six miles on Friday morning. In the dark. It was pretty awesome. But I wanted to quit almost the entire time. It is pretty interesting how that worked. I couldnt figure out why I was having such a difficult time. Then I realized from about mile 2-3...I had been talking smack to myself. I was having this internal dialogue with myself, focusing on my pace (too slow), focusing on negative people and thinking evil ways to destroy them, etc. So I tried to clear my head, to focus on my breath, to focus on my running. And I made it. 6.2 miles without stopping.
Then I made it Tampa yesterday afternoon, presto chango-d into my running gear and set off to run. Our hotel was in a weird place, sandwiched between corporate buildings, busy roads, and parking lots. It took me awhile to find a sidewalk and I had to stop a lot at the busy intersections, but I started plugging along.
It was hot. Sweat was burning my eyes. I found myself in a neighborhood that was starting to get a little scurry. There were shopping carts in my way on the sidewalk...
I turned around, running partially blind (sweat) back to the hotel. Only 3 miles. I was frustrated. But I guess it was better than the old Amy who probably would have piled up since I was unsupervised.
I did enjoy my meal last night. Which meant that it was paid for by the company that had recruited me to speak, and that I didnt worry to much about calories. I registered a 2 pound loss on the scale this week, bringing me to 172.2. I SO want to see 169.9 by Monday. We shall see.
Hugs and kisses. I am about to mount the friendly skies!
Pictures below from after my Friday morning run. Do not worry. I am not yet running in just a sportsbra...however I was on fire (like....temperature wise) and the shirt had to come off as soon as I entered the hizzie.