I went for a run last night. I haven't run in a good long while, and it wasn't as hard as I expected, possibly because I was running at a 45-minute-mile-ish pace. My knees gave me some grief, but aren't sore today so I'm hoping they will adjust.
I'm listening to Rob Lowe's memoir on audible.com and in addition to bringing back lots of teen-angst hours fantasizing about those eyes and that jawline, it's a funny and insightful book about his life and career.
I was out for 40 minutes, alternated running and walking and didn't burn anything near as much as I burn in my average gym class, calorie-wise. So I won't be ditching the gym for running entirely, but it's a nice option when I don't have a lot of time for a full gym visit.
I'm 209.4 as of this morning, which is somewhat perplexing since I've been fairly tight and eating not bad. I'll just keep eating good stuff and exercising, and at some point it'll have to start moving in my favor, right?
Tonight we're hosting a cocktail party for new families coming to my kids' nursery school; we're expecting about 70 people. The patio is power washed, the windows are sparkling, the flowers are planted and the wine is chilling. Wish me luck.
