Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

I am, apparently, a lunatic. Or that’s what my inner Fat Girl was trying to tell me as I was leaving the house shortly after 5am to run. ON A SUNDAY.

Sunday’s are meant for breakfast in bed, doing the crossword puzzle and staying in your jammies for as long as possible.

Unfortunately, I long ago lost the concept of what Sunday’s are supposed to be about. I’ve been working Sunday’s for a really long time. When you work weekends, you sort of lose how special weekends can be. For me, its just another work day with lots to get done.

Also, my mother, in her infinite wisdom declared that Sunday Mornings would he Weight Watcher days. So regardless of work, I’d be up at 7:30am to face the scale.

Today is the last Sunday I have to work. I’m rather not excited about that as I seemed to have filled the next six Sundays with other stuff, so I’ll have to wait till fall to experience that lounging about in your jammies kind of day.

A longer post is coming, but I wanted to get this up before my day gets going. Here is my first “long” half marathon training run. 4 miles and I’m on my way! Tons of thoughts running thru my head like “Man, I have to get faster” and “Holy crap, I ran 4 miles” and “Boy, my Nike+ is way off.” More on all that later. Happy running people!

Oh yeah, and I lost 4 lbs at Weight Watchers today. A good start to a good day.