Trail Note

Trail Note
As I ran up Wilson Street to Newtown early this morning, watching the sun rise and chase away the storm clouds, I decided to declare last week’s diet funk officially BUSTED. I feel really great. I ran two laps around Centennial Park Wednesday night and cut a minute or so off my time. (Albert pushed me to a faster pace than normal on the first lap, which made up for my very slow jog on the second.) Last night I went to boxing class and worked up such a sweat that I actually made the mat slippery. (Note to self: Find terrycloth sweatband.) Then this morning I had a great little forty minute jog up to Newtown and back. I’m eating well and tracking my Points again. I guess the lesson to be learned is that occasional lapses are totally okay, but that my body can’t handle prolonged periods of rich food and drink like it used to. I was seriously out of it for four days.

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  1. back on the wagon! congrats!

  2. If anyone is interested in how backwards some men are in their treatment of professional women (such as doctors), check out my post from today. Completely unbelievable. I’m scathing that it still happens.

  3. I’m sorry, Alaina, what does this have to do with my post? I can understand that you’re burning to discuss an issue, but from my perspective it kinda looks like you’re comment spamming. I’m going to let this one stand for now, but please don’t do it again in the future.

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