I’ll be the first to admit that this is not the greatest picture of me. However, the feelings I felt inside were some of the best.
To start the day off I was late in meeting my sisters at my mom’s house to get dropped off (all three of my sisters and myself ran it). Then on the way to the Dodger Stadium I realize that I forgot my bib. NOOO!! I called my friend to bring it to me and she made it just in time. I’m saddened to say that I did not start the run with my sisters by my side, but I made some impromptu running buddies along the starting line.
As I started running and turned up my music the thoughts going through my head were louder than ever. “Am I really starting to run a marathon?” “Is it too late to quit?” “Should I quit?” “What’s my excuse?” “I can do this!” I AM doing this!” “I’m running this marathon!”
I finished my first marathon!
My chip time was a whopping 5:47:09. I had not set a goal- only to cross that finish line. I assure myself that if I would have trained properly I would have a better time. Nonetheless, I feel great about it– I placed 13,000 something overall 🙂 I think that the greatest part of this experience was knowing how proud my mom was of me and my sisters. She was the only familiar face I saw throughout the race and it made me feel so loved and cared for. I’m sure the oranges she had for us were naturally sweet and tasty, but maybe just knowing they were from her made them that much more amazing (also, she was at mile 22 so maybe my body was just aching for the citrus flavor and vitamins). I’m truly happy I can cross this item of my life’s to-do list. L.A. Marathon DONE!
Here all my sisters!
and for my final thought >>>>>> —— >>>>>>>
“If you run, you are a runner. It doesn’t matter how fast or how far. It doesn’t matter if today is your first day or if you’ve been running for twenty years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run.” -John Bingham
This past Saturday I went to The Grove in L.A. to line up at the Barnes & Noble to get screening passes to the much anticipated movie The Hunger Games. I went with a friend and we both waited about five hours. After being some of the first people to get the awesome freebees (not so much since we bought the NookTablet) we went window shopping. Since she was with her daughters they took a stroll through PacSun and I followed. What happens next is unprecedented.
I’m looking through the bathing suit section and I see a really cute one. I turn it around and it has no back! it stops at the butt crack, continues to only cover the part where the braw strap hooks. For a better visual here it is:
I tried it on to say the least and it didn’t feel that awful. I say awful because I’ve always felt super conscious about my body in a bathing suit- so can you imagine in this no-back-ass-out piece? anyway, my friend told me I looked fine and that I shouldn’t worry about the backless part. Prior to that however she wanted me to try on a 2-piece! WHAT?? NEVER! Because I didn’t want her to feel bad and mostly because I’m curious about how I would look in a 2-piece I tried one on. Here it is:
of course my thighs are not that spaced and my upper body isn’t flawless. Needless to say I felt naked. The girls/women that wear 2-piece bathing suit/bikinis are fearless. Although i liked it… I didn’t feel my most confident in it, but my friend recommended wearing those mesh/netty things over and I should be good. I’ll think about it. I have a couple more months before I take off to Miami and I’m dreading the beach scene for this reason.
About four days ago I weighed myself. The only difference this time from the previous weigh-ins was the number on the scale– it was 179! Could it be? Did I really just break away from the 180s? I stepped off the scale and on again; it was the same number!! I wish now that I’d taken a picture because the next time it happens it won’t have the same feeling. Two days later I stepped on the scale again– 178!! This morning- 2 days from the last weigh-in i was back up one pound. But no worries because I’m sure now that my weight is flunctuating between the 170 s and not the 180s. I hope I’m not getting too ahead of myself but I know I’ll stay constant.