Last Chance Workout

Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m a huge fan of NBC’s show Biggest Loser. I could be lying in bed at 11:30pm and after watching an episode I want to get up and run laps. Seriously. It’s instantaneous Right Now inspiration that gets me every time.
Tonight, I pretended I was a contestant on the show. I really felt like I was getting in a Last Chance workout when I boarded the treadmill to hell. This was to be my only run before the “race” on Saturday. My last chance to get in a little CanIDoIt cardio and boy, did it suck. Well, I should clarify. The run itself was awesome – 3.31 miles in 35 minutes. Rock that. But, my athletic preparation left something to be desired. Where should I start? Before I even started I realized I was decked out in sweat sucking cotton. I was inviting chaffing without even realizing it. Had I not learned anything? Mile one I realized I forgot a sports bra. I’m no Double D. I’m not even a bouncy C but still, I knew that I would pay for not protecting the goods. Mile two I realized I forgot to put on deodorant…no wonder no one was to the left or right of me! Mile three and my clip started to slide out of my sweat soaked hair. What was I thinking? Where was my common sense? I felt ridiculous. Luckily, with the help of the Stones, Robinella, Natalie, sirsy, and KT I got through 35 minutes without too much embarrassment. I’m ready for the Hot Chocolate Race.
And speaking of that – I’ve been wrestling with something, a dilemma of sorts. Part of me wants to take my time, stick with S – run when she runs, walks when she walks, and just be there to cheer her on. There’s another part of me that views this ‘new’ attitude as something that needs to taken out for a test drive. I want to take myself out, open her up and see what she can do. How will I run this race if I don’t really run it? I decided to ditch my friend and run the run with everything I’ve got. I fell off the running wagon, I’ve struggled to get back on. This is my chance to secure a seat back where I belong – as a runner.