I have been so tired lately, who has time to post anything. That’s right not me. I am trying to effectively use my “spare” time to sleep. I am so sleep deprived, it’s a miracle I don’t fall asleep standing up. But, it’s manageable, so far. Other than tired, I feel great.

This week, I took off from the gym Sunday and Monday. This means I have had to make up some distance; but amazingly enough, I am back on track to 70,000 and 30+ miles by the end of Saturday. Britny even joined me for a little walk one day this week. She is still playing the injured card, but couldn’t resist once my mom showed her I was outside walking. Yes, you can see me from my front door, as – at night – I never go more than 2 houses north and none south. Let me tell you, it’s a lot of those laps to a mile (about 100).

Last couple of weeks, I have been focusing on staying at an average 4 miles per hour on my jogs/runs. That means that I have to have at least 4 miles covered in one hour. Sometimes I get distracted and lose a few seconds, but since I track in 3 minutes intervals it’s easy to make them up and then some. I could go faster (as much as 4.812 mph), but that’s not the point. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Not that I am signing up for a marathon or even consider that as something I would want to do. That kind of distance is for my car, or to walk to a gas station; not running, as far as I am concerned.

I can truly say that I have divorced my scale and that we are currently enjoying limited time-sharing (with the numbers). It was just starting to UPSET me. It has not budge since sometime in May, but I know that I am losing something. I have actually lost 7.5 inches (from 5 places) since the last time the scale tipped down. Maybe more, it’s been a while since I last measured. In any case, I don’t care. I’m going to keep doing what I am doing and asking my pants. 

Enjoy the journey!