July 2, 2008 (15 Minute Miles)

The first funny thing that happened this week was Chrissie's fault again. I was doing dishes and cooking dinner and she came in the kitchen and said innocently and wide eyed, "Hey mom, you're starting to get into shape. I bet you can do those jumping jacks now! Let's do jumping jacks." The last time she roped me in to do push ups, I got up to 20 and she did 21 just to beat me. But I thought, "You know, I AM in better shape...maybe I CAN do jumping jacks." So we were facing each other and we started doing jumping jacks and I realized that I don't have my jumping jack proof bra on. I stopped after 4 jumping jacks. She said, "Awe, come on mom, you can do it." I said, "Yea, but you don't need to see that. I hate jumping jacks. That's the whole reason I joined a gym, so that I would never again need to jump up and down to get my cardio."

The second thing that happened this week is I walk/jogged the Killer trail's flatter part for 6 miles. I forgot to time the first mile. The second mile was a 16 minute mile and I thought, "Dang, I am going to have to tell you guys, that I am never going to be able to manage 15 minute miles unless the ground is moving like it does on a tread mill." But I didn't give up. I tried to move even faster and jog more. The next mile was a 14 minute mile. The last 3 miles were exactly fifteen minute miles. So I average 15 minute miles for a whole 5 miles. I was stoked. I was so looking forward to telling you guys!!!

Then as I was going to my car, I met a coworker from the high school. I thought she was younger that me because she's in good shape and is bubbly and 4 ft tall. She started to try and hug me, but I was all sweaty and she was too, so I backed up. Then she asked me if I ran the trail often. I told her I was trying to get into shape and I can only jog about 25% of the time. She said, "So you're not a runner." I explained that I used to be, but now I have to use knee braces to even do what I'm doing now. Then she told me that she knew what I meant. She told me she started running when she was 40 and now she runs marathons. (This is when I realized that she's actually older than me, but I have a body of a 50 year old and she has the body of a 30 year old.) She went to California and ran a half marathon (13 miles), but had a miserable time on it because she got a blister on her foot and didn't take care of it until it opened up and then put beta dyne on it and it stang. Bla bla bla....She's training for the half marathon and then a full marathon that is coming up, so after the half marathon she intends to run 6 more miles. I'm thinking, "You actually ran 13 miles on more than one occasion and run some part of a marathon almost daily to train." It kind of took the joy out of having actually finally gotten down to 15 minute miles for a whole 5 miles. Dang. :(

That internet Twit just emailed me to tell me that I can't eat what I want just because it's the fourth of July. She is under the mistaken conclusion that I need a holiday in order to eat hot dogs and have a coke. Silly Twit. :-)