Frustrations and Sweet Victories

It was the best of days, it was the worst of days.

Today I woke up and went for a run outside. I needed to go for 3 miles, and only made it 1.46 before I crapped out. And I needed to go 30 minutes and I only lasted 20.

I got to my car and drove home and by the time I got home, I had forgotten why I quit in the first place. I still, even 12 hours later, haven't a clue why I quit. I'm sure I was out of breath. Maybe that's why?

At any rate, I've come to the conclusion that it's a head game issue. I am fully capable of running a 5K, but my head is telling me that I can't, so I quit.

How does one get over that? How do you get over that? I'm willing to take any suggestions at this point!

So, that's my current frustration.

My sweet victory is this: I put on my jeans yesterday and noticed I could slip them off without unbuttoning the button or unzipping the zipper. This, combined with TV ads from Old Navy subliminally suggested to me that I may be in need of smaller jeans.

So I trekked out the mall. I tried to find the next smaller size of jeans, but couldn't. Well, I found the size I was looking for, but the leg length I need didn't seem to exist unless I wanted to buy skinny  or stone-washed jeans (I'm short, so I was looking for the shortest pair possible--which are still too long for me, but that's besides the point). Now, I'm not sure if the 80s trend of stone-washed jeans are coming back into style, but I'm still considered thick, and there's no way in h-e-double hockey sticks that I'm going to wear unflattering stone-washed jeans. And the same goes for skinny jeans, if you ask me. Sure, they hug your butt so that looks good, but who wants to see my humongous thighs in the tightest jeans possible?

At any rate, after asking for some help, the sales ladies were able to find me 2 pairs of jeans in my size that were short. I went to the dressing room and they fit!

And if you're like, "well, big whoppdiedoo..." lemme drop some knowledge on you. This size of jeans that I successfully put on comfortably is a size of jeans I haven't fit into since SIXTH. GRADE.

I remember when I finally got out of wearing kids clothes, I was immediately a size 12. First day of 6th grade, I was wearing a size 12 pair of koolats (yeah, don't ask me what I was thinking--I truly don't know).

So, I may not have been able to run a full 3 miles today, but I've gotta say, I'm pretty dang proud of myself for working hard enough to get into these jeans.

Now it's time for me to boldly go where I have never gone before. =)

Meg