I just ate some chocolate ice cream with raspberries and fudge sauce which was awesome but what was really bad was I ate it while wearing a running outfit and I didn't even go running. Pathetic. I hate this time of year in western Oregon. We have had enough sunny days that you start to think summer is right around the corner and just when you think you have survived the rainy season, the freaking rain comes back.
Oh, and it gets even worse. I ate the same thing for dessert last night and I stained my one and only Ironman finisher's t-shirt with chocolate ice cream. Bill tried to rinse it out for me but I think it's done.
It's fun to be pathetic sometimes. I've been wearing the same running outfit since 3pm this afternoon. The baby woke up before I got out the door for a run and then it started down pouring. I would have forced myself onto the treadmill but I spent time with baby and vacuumed instead.
I miss running but I know I won't get back to competitive running until after my next attempts at pregnancy. I plan to keep 10 extra pounds on so I can hopefully get pregnant again and I know I just won't be running fast with that extra weight. Maybe I'll get over it and commit to running again but the risk of injury also concerns me.
I can swim with the extra chub just fine though so no excuses there. It's getting to be about time for another timed 500. Hopefully I won't get BBQ sauce on my swimsuit and ruin that too.