I did about 4.2 miles this morning. I ran the first three. I couldn't make it up the long hill at the start of the fourth mile, so I walked it. Then I couldn't get started again. I tried, but it just wasn't in me. I'm kind of disappointed. Those hills are quickly becoming my nemesis.

Running was harder this morning. Probably because I was so tired. Probably because I got out later, and it was getting warm, and I didn't have water with me. I kept telling myself, "you can do this. Run out of the 2's. You can do this. Your body was made from the same basic blueprint as people who run marathons! Keep going." I tried to stay positive. A line from my patriarchal blessing kept popping into my head (I had to look it up for exact wording), "You will have the ability to attain to what you want most in life. So seek for the very best." I need to take a minute to read the rest of it. I haven't in a long time.


breakfast:
oatmeal with 1 T of brown sugar, topped with strawberries and raspberries
1% milk

lunch:
roasted chicken on white, with lettuce, cheese, and tomato
grapes

snack:
nectarine
a couple graham crackers

dinner:
Ugh. We roasted hot dogs in the fire pit (I had mustard on mine), baked beans, a handful of chips, cantaloupe, a glass of kool-aid

I did, however, resist the temptation of the s'mores the kids were making.