I'm So Hot Thursday

Hey, the salad blog got a shout out at Chicagoist today! Sweet! Thanks to Laura, and here’s the linkity link:

http://chicagoist.com/2007/10/18/quick_bites.php#comments

So, welcome to the new and improved I’m So Hot Thursday.

Now with my new Nike running consumer crack, I’m totally one of the new hip chicks huh?

First off, let me just tell you, still two pounds heavier than I was, I’m at 147, and remember how I was friends with 145? That we had made our peace together? I am NOT friends with 147, I hate 147, we’re going to get in big arguments and not be friends for a LONG time. 147 is going to have to come over and take all her stuff from the apartment, and we’re going to have to decide which of 147’s friends are going to remain mine (146 is not nearly as obnoxious), 147 can keep 148, I don’t even want to look at 148.

Fuck 148. And 147. Boo.

But so yeah, check it out over there to the right, 2.5 miles last night! Whoo hoo! Fascinating how much I lagged in the middle, I must have been almost walking at that point, seriously. But it’s really neat to kind of…see what I need to do to improve. You know, to me it felt like I was pretty regulated when I was running, not like I went real low and picked it back up at the end, so now I see I really need to start out slower maybe, and just keep up the energy through the whole run.

So I’m going to stick at a 2.5 mile run for another week or two until I start running it more consistently.

And I just…I cannot explain to anyone how amazing it is that I’m running 2.5 miles. A smoker, who never exercised in her life, who couldn’t run a mile when she was 16, a big fan of Quarter Pounders and Whoppers, a friend to ice creams and cookies and most of all, couches and televisions, I honestly never thought in my whole life I would be able to run 2.5 miles.

I watched this Oprah (hi Gena!) with Oprah’s new lady doc, they were talking pre-menopausal stuff and the woman doctor said that after 35, your body stops working “for” you. All those things that keep you in top shape start to fade, and it is now your responsibility to do the jobs they did.

And Oprah quoted from Corinthians and said “when I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things.”

Besides being my pledge in my sorority, Kappa Alpha Theta, it does make a lot of sense. If seen right, age, menpause (and no, I’m not worried about it just yet, but there is no denying that my body is decaying, not improving!)instead of being horrible, it can be a chance to really take care of yourself. To treat yourself well, to understand how your body works and do what feels good. And to stop treating it like shit, because guess what? From here on in, if I treat my body like shit, it will most definitely feel like shit.

It is time to take care of myself, eat better, sleep better (man does running help right?) and do what’s right for myself. Right? RIGHT?

Too bad I had a half of a Big Mac at lunch. Whoops.