My new relationship. . .

Wow, I have really lost myself as a runner. I have not blogged in an exceptionally long time...EEP. Well let me start by saying that Paris was amazing! I had a great time and worked my little butt off. My finishing time was not even close to what I wanted, but it was what I earned. I honestly wouldn't have changed a thing about my Paris experience. I am proud of myself and my accomplishment :)
Ah Paris... 42.2kms worth of love... and apparently something to hide behind for months! Here is the truth: I got lazy after Paris. Not just " Oh I only want to run 20kms this week" but " Oh... I don't actually remember the last time I ran!" to " That cheese and wine last night was amazing!" I am sure that you get the awful picture that I am painting. Soon I began to realize that the ten extra pounds that I noticed on my hips were not going away. They were hanging out because I was doing NOTHING to get rid of them.. As in zero. I regressed more than a year in my fitness goals and activity level. I am ashamed to say that I started back on the road to being a fat chick. I stopped caring.
The thing about running a marathon is that it gives you an 'out'. You can say things like " I am a long distance runner!" and " I ran a marathon in PARIS" That is great, but if you sit on the couch and you start getting fat, you are no better than the fat guy who says that he was the star of the football team. . . 10 years ago.
The only reason that I came to this stark revelation is of course an emotional breakdown ( blame a boy) . So now I am doing the only thing I know how to do. I am taking my emotions to the pavement and working on a new PR. I signed up for the next race possible and set a healthy PR.
My official goal: To run the Good Life Half Marathon in 2hrs or less!

Wish me good luck :)