Day 1

Yesterday went fine, no problems, but I think this is the hyper-vigilant stage. It's when this isn't so new and starts getting old and tedious that I will start struggling. We'll see how long that takes - I'm guessing soon. The only struggle with my addiction that I faced yesterday was with some Cheetos. After my ride yesterday I took my daughter to Subway for dinner and she got some Cheetos. I managed to not get a cookie or Sunchips. But it was really hard not to just pop one of those day glow orange nuggets of goodness in my mouth, but I stayed strong.

I have also found by my post yesterday some sisters in solidarity to fight this addiction along side me, which is awesome. It feels so good not to do this alone.

So since I don't have too much to report on the sugar side, I'll throw in a brief race report for a 5K that I did this past Saturday. It's was called the Highline Canal Run, which is along this beautiful trail that runs all the way diagonally across Denver. Last week a friend of mine asked if anyone wanted to join her for the 5k, I was intrigued since it is a beautiful place to run and I had actually done this race one time before back in 2003 - before children, finding the true meaning of fitness, and all this other stuff. I toyed back and forth between doing the 10k or the 5k and ultimately decided on the 5k since I was not feeling like I'd had the best week training wise (and I've never actually run 6 miles - but I'm getting there - hopefully this weekend). But so I did the race with the plan in mind of start slow, finish strong and I feel like I did just that. My final time was 34:40 and my first mile was 11:28 - I did not feel strong at this point and this felt really slow, my second felt better at 10:56, which excited me since I've never run less than an 11 minute mile, and the third mile I really decided to step it up, but several times questioned this strategy thinking I shouldn't have tried to step it up for the ENTIRE 3rd mile, but I did alright. At one point I came up on a water station and 2 women walking away from it and just as I was about to pass them they started running - the same pace as me so suddenly we were 3 abreast and I was part of their conversation which was annoying to me so my choices were slow down, which I didn't want to do, or speed up, which I wasn't sure I was capable of doing, but I dug deep found enough to sprint out ahead just enough to be in front of them. I was still close enough to hear all their conversation but I didn't feel like the 3rd party in it. I had decided to make a big push when I could see the finish for the file tenth mile of the race and just as I saw it and was ready to find an extra gear, the women behind discussed and also decided to sprint -- totally blowing me away. It was so anti-climatic but I gave it what I had and finished strong with a third mile at 10:32 - which I had no idea I was even capable of. Single digits splits here I come! Oh yeah, and my friend Megan blew me away too beating me by at least a couple of minutes. The most exciting part of the race, however, was afterwards when I looked back at my time from 2003 and saw that it was 43:44 - I'd beat my time by 9 minutes!! I feel like I've come so far and this just proved it. I love that I'm in shape enough that when someone suggests that we do a race or something else physical that I can jump in and do it without worrying if I can finish or not.