The problem

Thank you again to anyone who is kind enough to read this - and especially to those of you who have been encouraging me - that's huge! Speaking of huge, my most sincere apologies to the good people of Ridgeway who had to bear witness to me in bike shorts today. I'm sorry, but a girl has to wear the right clothes for this kind of training!

So here is the problem. I suck at running. I'm OK with that, and I say that with no hint of self-deprication. As my loving husband so aptly pointed out, I look funny when I run. When he told me that, it got me thinking. Is it very bad that I look funny when I run? Will it make me more prone to injury? Maybe I should not bother trying to run since I actually walk very fast? I had to take these concerns to my team and they helped me out (so that is why people play on teams, oooohhh!!). You see, I have to maintain a 16minute/mile pace in order to not be "swept" - aka, taken away in a van, during the race. I am currently walking at a 12:30minute/mile pace - so I'm not too worried about the people in vans. However, remember, there is that whole circle-I- need-to-get-out-of issue, and walking, as much as I love it, is not much of a challenge. So, ridiculous as I might look, people, get used to seeing me run (in bike shorts no less).

I have also decided that a relationship that has been very important to me, needs to end. Dairy (yes Dairy, not Gary - no matter what he thinks of my running form), it's time for you to see other people. In the beginning, you were good for me, you made my bones strong, my teeth strong. But now, our love has soured, it's not you, it's me. There are others that you are so good for but I just can't tolerate you anymore. I know that has nothing to do with running, but this is the only blog I have. My diet is still not under control, that is a work in progress, for sure. I love cookies.