A Fresh Start in the Rain

I could literally murder someone for a piece of pie right now.

You think I'm kidding. I don't eat a lot of sugar on a normal basis and now all my body wants is another hit. My leg is shaking under my desk as I write. My eye has developed a twitch. This is serious. I must hold off and get this stuff out of my system. I'm going cold turkey. Pun intended. GET IT?!

Anyways. Yesterday, I got back to the city relatively safe, sober, and sugarfree. I was meeting Jenn at 3pm for my first run since adding another chin to my collection and was certainly not looking forward to it. I didn't manage to get in another 2-3 mile run like I was supposed to over the weekend and was intent on making it up. The weather was foggy, gusty and rainy as if New York had a cold but I was adamant about taking on the park. And showing off my new Under Armour raingear, obvs.

From the moment we started jogging, I felt like I was starting over again. I felt heavy, out of shape and my chins shins were instantly bothering me. We forged ahead, though, cutting a loop up the hilly eastside, crossing over above the Jackie O. reservoir and coming back down the westside. I was all over the place but managed four running intervals ranging from 7.5 min to a full 12 with 2-4 minute brisk walks in between. Each interval got stronger even as my whining and huffing got louder. I probably put out a solid 4 miles in total. It's a start but I've got a lot of work to do.

Now if I could stop fantastizing about pie...