I love running, it gives me a good feeling, the endorphins flow and I basically feel better about myself. Maybe a little too good?
On Saturday I went for a long run – the longest I have been since June 2009 and it was GREAT! There I was running along looking at my shadow, talking away to myself. Yes, I talk to myself when I run – internally: It went something like this: “hmm, you are not looking too bad, your shadow actually looks quite good. Nobody would figure you had a baby 8 months ago. People probably think you are training for Ironman again. Yip, looking gooood….”
Then at about the ½ way stage I needed to pee, so I ran past my mom’s house. Drat and dam, how to spoil a good run! She has a long passage way with a mirror at the end! A real mirror, not a shadow helped by the low angle of the morning sun! I am never stopping there again. It took me at least another 30 minutes of running to feel good again.
Ah,m I am sure you look way better than most of us who did not even have a baby a mere 8 months ago.
Mirrors are BAD. So are scales, and photographs (unless I’m taking them)
cat – thanks.
FF – I know, I hate photos, unless I am behind the camera. Then I love them!