35 Minute Run
20 Minute Walk
Day three and the legs are still killing me. But I have to workout. Bump is in his Moms Day Out program and this gives me the opportunity to put my little cherub in the stroller all by himself, taking him on a tour of my shortest running route.
I should have been back to the house in 35 minutes. Instead, 3/4 of the way through this “loop” I realized that we lost the string of toys. You know, that long linky thing you put on your stroller and attach all the baby’s favorites to. Yeah, that one. Gone. You would think I’d have learned my lesson after the drum stick. So, we turn around and head back. My legs are seriously burning and 35 minutes would have been just right. After I hit that mark, I slow down to a walk – a fast walk. We find the toys right near the entrance to the trail, a mere 5 minutes from the house. The cruel irony of it all. And I hobble home – again, as red as a beet. At least the morning sun left lots of shade for us to hide in during the actual run.
Despite my despondency on my weight situation, I did have good news today. A pair of shorts that I purchased at a thrift sale two weeks ago in the size I currently am, but they didn’t fit – fit today. My eating expedition must have made some difference somewhere. Maybe it’s the water! I celebrated by drinking another 64 oz. today. Hurray for me.