6 Miles, Take 2!

It's been a whopping 4 months since I last ran 6 miles, but this morning I did it again (for those of you who measure your runs in feline sightings, it was a 12 cat run!). As you may remember, I don't tend to do well in the morning, but I was up at 6 this morning since B was on his way to ride the Portland Century (100 miles!). So I ate a Clif bar (blueberry crisp flavor...my new addiction), drank two cups of coffee, a big glass of water, and at 8 was out the door in my cute new spiffy green Oregon Ducks shorts (hey, you gotta look cute, ya know). Well, I think I hit upon a winning strategy for morning runs, because I felt great, and only stopped twice to walk briefly (for one minute). It must have been the Clif bar, because when I've run on just coffee, I tend to feel a little nauseous. And the key was to wait until the Clif bar left my tummy and do my....well, you know...business.

I'm still counting points and still losing steadily- another two pounds for last week. I had to wear a diaper pin to hold up my suit pants this past week (ladies suit pants rarely have belt loops- what's up with that?) Since I was in San Francisco this week (one of my favorite cities to teach in), I had saved up my weekly point allowance (35) for the trip, and boy did I have fun using them! I ate mini donuts on Pier 39 (holy crap, those should be outlawed), sourdough bread, and all sorts of chocolate. Totally worth it. I burned off quite a few points running along the Embarcadero, which is so much fun! Good people watching there. I felt like such a schlup though compared to all the foxy gals that look like they popped out of Vogue. I should really get my eyebrows waxed...

So this week I'm off to San Diego, which should have some good running spots. My hotel is right next to the harbor, so maybe I can run and look at boats!