The gift this morning was a cold, cold rain shower. The Weather Channel radar app has been sucky since Apple’s horrible decision to use Apple maps (yes, I am blaming Apple maps) and this morning, it was particularly sucky. No rain on the radar when I left the house. I went out, ran my usual 5-mile course and at 4.5 miles, it started to pour the rain. Cold rain. Cold miserable rain.
I’m sorry, I’m like a cat. I don’t being out in the rain.
So I came back toward the house and finished my run at 4.61 miles. I was cold and wet.
I have about a month to get ready for Paul Lacoste’s Spring class. I am in good shape (I can run forever) but I’m not in as good of shape as I was when I did his class (my belly is soft). I’m going to spend the next month working on my pushups, situps and other things (like planks) to get me ready for his workout. I also am going to make sure I don’t overeat during the holidays. No sweets, cookies, cakes or pies for me. I know I’ll eat too much of things like turkey and dressing. That’s OK. I can manage that if I avoid other things that get me in trouble.
I will have a little discipline during the holidays. Because I know what is looming over the horizon of the first of the year. Let’s just call it the Physical Cliff.
And I don’t want to fall off.
Morbid me here. More than once in the past week (according to my daughter), I have cried because I was on a diet during Thanksgiving and Christmas of 2009. I stayed away from the sweets-including fudge (a miracle in its own right) that Mama had made since she had all 4 of us kids together for the holidays (another miracle).
Mom passed away 3/20/10.
If I could turn the clock back 3 years, you better believe I would have foregone the diet to enjoy more of Mama’s cooking. I also would have helped her cook so I could have taken notes. Nothing made her happier than to see her kids & grands enjoying her cooking.