those people who are all gazelle like and hit their ‘stride’ and forget altogether that they are even running while thinking of it as some sort of therapy?

not one of those people.

my body fights me every step of the frickin’ way and my giant ass just wants to succumb to gravity and all i can think of is being horizontal with chocolate covered almonds.

but katelyn (hatchu kate) forced me to sign up for the falmouth road race and i unluckily got a number in the lottery and the thing is in three weeks.

so, last night i made myself run home from work.

four miles, nothing insane, but i mean four miles is longer than the 5 blocks to the bus stop and the last time i ran was falmouth last year (awesome training plan joanna) so off i went hating everyone & obviously snapping pictures because it’s the right thing to do if you have a blog and are narcissistic. check & check.

moral of the story: i actually surprised myself and kicked butt at this! i am in pretty good shape because of jillian (also hatchu jillian) and didn’t have to stop once!

but… i did get stuck in a thunderstorm and things turned more wetshirt contest and less workout around 6pm.

happy wednesday, enjoy that visual.