Finally Friday

Busy morning. So far, we conquered Target, the drycleaners, the bank, and the Salvation Army.

"Where'd you park your Delorian?"
And because of a drive through at the Salvation Army, I'm 25 pounds lighter. It was time again to clean out my closet. I try and hit it twice a year, spring and fall. I weed out what doesn't fit and what I no longer wear. It's was hard in that I have a bunch of beautiful suits from my life before. I like to think of them as my 'pretty maids all in a row.' Honestly, I got rid of most of my 'work' clothes right after I had my youngest. The took up a lot of room and I knew I wouldn't be going back for awhile. These, though. These will look good for awhile; I just keep moving them around and making room for them.

Treadmill, thy name is Pain.
Yesterday, half way through my 4 mile run, I was a little 'bored.' I decided that I'd do a little hill workout on the treadmill. I was currently cruising at 5.5 (10:54 min mile) and the incline was set to 0.0. At the start of the next minute, I increased the incline 0.5 - and continuted to increase it that much every minute. Around 6.5 incline, I had to decrease the speed to 5.0 (12:00 min mile). I continuted to increase the incline, wondering how far it could. I discovered that it goes to 15.0, but to get that high, I can only go 4.2 (14:17 min mile). As soon as I did my minute at 15.0, I decreased it .5 every 30 seconds. I was a sweaty, drippy, huffing, puffing, red-faced mess when I was done. Made the remainder of the workout go really fast, but my legs are more sore today than they were after the 6 mile run yesterday.

Weighty Issue.
I weighed myself. I continue to stagnate at 204. It doesn't bother me too much, in that I know I'm not eating the best I could. I also know that I'm building quite a bit of muscle with all the running. In fact, my legs look pretty dang good. I'm getting pretty close to my goal of just feeling better with how I look, not necessarily in how much I weigh. Yesterday, though. Yesterday I was notified that my high school reunion is coming up. In six weeks. Yikes. It's not that I want to look like I did in high school, I just want to look good for fifteen years and three kids later. That's not too much to ask, right?