Day 28

Day 28 and the last day of week 4!

Four weeks we’ve been doing this! Time flies when you’re having…umm never mind.

5am and back in the habit. Our goal was 4 miles in 1 minute walking/running intervals. We really need to start building up our endurance for the 5k we will be running in August.

This morning I picked up my friend (the friend) and another coworker and off we went to Abell. I told everyone what the goal was and we weren’t going to stop even if it started raining. So naturally, it started raining…the sky was dark, the air was cool and the rain felt great to me. Mile 1 went pretty smooth. We finished with a 13 minute time and 3 minutes of that was the beginning warm up and stretching. Pretty good! Straight on to mile 2 and everything seemed to be going great half way through. Then, I looked up to see my coworker (whom was running with Kiki about 60ft ahead) look back to see where we were and lose her footing and almost bust her butt on the street. Now, I’ve known this coworker for years – she used to help take care of the girls in daycare when they were itty-bitty, so the comfort level to laugh my butt off if she would have fallen is established - just FYI. Just as she recovers, Kat who is 10ft behind me is looking dead ahead and runs right off the curb! She didn’t fall either, but it made me question what was going on in her head to make her look straight and run crooked… Meanwhile, my friend is lagging behind all of us about 50ft and is not saying ANYTHING. I guessed that she was not happy with me making her run in the rain…she’ll get over it.

Okay, everyone had recovered and seemed to be running straight. I have the stopwatch in my hand, so it is me that is yelling at everyone when to run and walk. (Me yelling? Imagine that…) Three-quarters of the way into mile 2 I’m getting motion sickness! The rain is hitting my face and the humidity is fogging up my glasses, so I have to keep taking them off and waiting on a glimmer of light so I can see and yell at everyone at the end of every minute. It doesn’t take long before I just start counting in my head – that didn’t work. The rain was distracting; I was breathing so hard and trying to keep my glasses on my face that I kept losing count – crap – I had to look at the watch! At the end of mile 2, Kiki and my coworker had finished about 1 minute ahead of me – 2 minutes ahead of Kitty and 6 minutes ahead of my friend. We stop and get a drink, so my friend can catch up and then it was off to mile 3.

It didn’t take long (the very first minute) before Kiki and my coworker were about 40ft ahead of me and Kitty, and my friend was 60ft behind us (I guess she didn't hear me yell RUN!). We turn the first corner and I feel like I’m about to lose my stomach! I can’t look at the stopwatch anymore, so I give it to Kitty – I have to stop running – I neeeed to stop running! Just about the moment I am opening my mouth to tell everyone to walk a freaking bug flies into my mouth! I am choking and hacking and gagging and leaning over in the grass ready to lose the contents of my stomach (which is NOTHING - I'm starving)! Kitty is laughing at me so hard that she pushes the wrong buttons on the stopwatch and loses all of our times for the morning. Aw MAN!!!!! Meanwhile my friend comes up behind us about 20ft and is telling me that she was shot in the butt with an arrow! WTH? What? It's dark - let me see! She proceeds to tell us that she feels like she got shot in the butt with an arrow because her butt cheek got a cramp. I started to laugh, because I can see my friend totally falling and rolling on the ground yelling and moaning – dialing 911 and telling them that she was shot in the butt with an arrow – only for EMS to find out that it was a butt cramp! Then I felt bad because that is the reason she fell behind in mile 2 and if it really would have been an arrow – well, we would have still been running ahead like nothing was happening. Although, the vision of her having an arrow sticking out of her butt did take my mind off of the whole bug-in-the-mouth issue!

Anyway, we get through mile 3 and mile 4 is out of the question – we ran (no pun intended) out of time.

My friend took half (so she says) of a muscle relaxer because her butt cheek was still hurting – ouch! I hope I never get a butt cramp like that! I guess her mind and body were fighting each other in battle while she was running.

Tomorrow is weigh-in and pictures – Oh Boy! Yay!!!!!! (sarcasm font)