I thought I was going to bed earlier last night. I think I made it about 30 min early. Not good enough. Especially when you have really annoying, loud, pesky, early risers. I'm sitting here waiting for the baby to be finished with her breakfast so I can get ready for my run. This is the first morning in a long time that I don't even want to do it. I don't care today. That scares me. This strep thing is throwing me off. Where's my resolve?


Not knowing what to expect, I hopped on the treadmill with a loose plan. I'd shoot for last Wednesday's scheduled run (run for 13/walk for 1, repeat), and not be mad if I had to rest. I would have been happy if I could have run for 5 minutes at a time. I was surprised I made the first 13 minutes. Grateful for a walk/water break. I walked probably closer to 2 minutes and then ran again. It actually hurt to walk. Then I ran 12 minutes, took a 1.5 minutes walk/water break and ran until I hit 5k. I was incredibly surprised to see that I'd knocked 2 minutes off my time when the monitor flashed 3.2 miles! Amazing! Who would have thought that coming back after an illness, and sore legs from attempting a run outside yesterday would improve my time. I still can't believe it. *my legs hurt*


breakfast:
oatmeal with raspberry topping
1% milk


lunch:
leftover chicken tortilla soup with a sprinkle of cheese
capri sun

snack:
granola bar

here's where I succumbed to the monster that is my addiction (I don't even want to write it down) NO BAKE COOKIES, like 4 of them. I think. That's like 450 calories. Ugh. I tried to make up for it by not eating much for dinner.

dinner:
frosted mini wheats
a couple bites of chicken

later:
a slice (okay 2) of home made bread
a glass of rootbeer