Day 7

It wasn’t so hard to get up this morning. The girls are still a little unorganized – we are definitely going to have to work on that problem. We were up at 5am and ready to head out the door. As I opened the garage, I was secretly hoping that is was raining and we were going to have to go back to bed, but oh no! It was dark, slightly breezy and the humidity was at about 500%. Yeah…this is going to be fun. I was already sweating and I hadn’t even left the driveway.

We arrive and my goal is to complete 4 fifteen minute miles. Mile 1 was easy for us. Matter of fact, Kiki was running in place saying “I feel good today!” We finish mile 1 at 13 minutes. We begin mile 2 and it started to get a little harder. The humidity was kicking our butt from every direction, but we finished it at 14 minutes. As we begin mile 3, both girls are complaining and wanting to go run into the sprinklers that were on at the campus, I’m yelling at them to run/walk faster - we have a time to maintain! Half way through mile 3 Kiki is crying because her side hurts and Kitty is just crying – I don’t know why. I felt like crying, I felt like falling on the ground and going to sleep – but I guess yelling at them to push through it took my mind off passing out. We finish mile 3 at 15 minutes. I’m not too clear on mile 4, but I do know we finished it! We started off and I remember telling the girls “let’s make this a good one!” They both cried the whole way, maybe because they were tired or maybe because I wouldn’t quit yelling at them – I don’t remember. We hit the 3-1/2 mile mark and that’s when everything becomes fuzzy. I always have the girls running ahead of me, so I can yell at them when they stop, but this time they probably should have been running behind me. My side was killing me, so I had my hand holding it, like it was going to magically make the pain better. And, I must have been running like some girl on a horror show – you know the one that is running from the killer, but falls down and twist her ankle only to get back up and run with a limp - running confused, scared and wounded in fear of dying! I guess that was me, because Kiki turned around and asked me “Mom, you ok?” Of course naturally, I immediately act like I’m jogging like a motivated cheerleader – “Oh yeah! Let’s go, go go!” She turns back around and I’m back to the horror show girl running with a limp. Oh my! I didn’t think I was going to make it – I was losing consciousness, and I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. It was bad! I couldn’t see anything because the sweat was pouring from my forehead into my eyes, the humidity had my glasses all fogged up and it was dark. I couldn’t stop because the girls would stop and I DID NOT want them to stop. I can’t let them stop – even if it means I look like an out-of-breathe, can’t-run-right idiot yelling at them from behind!

HEY – we finished! We completed the 4 miles averaging 15 minutes each! The girls quit crying once they figured out that they survived the last long run. It took me a minute to come back to reality though – but once I did, I was so proud of us!!!!!!

Our first weigh-in is tomorrow!!!!!

Breakfast was an apple – I was too hot to be hungry and the wheat biscuits burned on the outside and were raw in the middle – it was the oven, I swear!