PR.

39:42, bitches!

OK, so it’s not exactly a 5K world record. But it is a new PR by 3 minutes and 48 seconds, and it’s my first ever 5K under 40 minutes, so yeah, 39:42 bitches. Technically the course was 3.08 miles, not the 3.106 that entails a true 5K, but considering I overshot the turnaround by a good ten seconds, I’m going to consider it done.

Also, the weight is moving in the right direction again, which is good, but not my main focus right now. The weight will come off if I do things right. I’ve been spending this week tracking everything I eat, and I’ve gotten my feet back on the pavement. My weight may bounce around some more, but for now it’s about getting my mind back on track and getting back in the groove, and today is the first day in at least a month that I’ve really felt back in that groove.

I also entirely forgot a little victory from last weekend! I purchased my first pair of size 44 jeans in years on Friday. Granted, big and tall jeans fluctuate wildly – a problem with all big and tall clothing – but I haven’t fit into a pair of jeans with a 44 on them in years, no matter how big-fitting they were. Not only that, they’re really nice-looking Sean Johns, and those are not easy to find, because Sean Johns, along with Rocawear and most other brands offered at the Burlington Coat Factory are…how can I put this delicately…urban? Basically, it’s hard to find a pair of jeans without an enormous ugly decal directly on the ass. Speaking of asses, it’s impossible to find a pair that doesn’t hang down in the ass, because they are usually unbearably baggy. But these fit just about perfectly. I look pretty damn amazing in them if I’m being honest with you, dear reader.

I’ve been having strange recurring dreams the last couple of months. The details change, but the thing that sticks with me each time is that I’m running and it’s…while it’s not effortless, it’s what I imagine running must be like to run for people who like running. It’s certainly a letdown when I wake up and realize that I can’t actually run like that, but it does falsely inflate my idea of how well I can run and make the 5K I inevitably have that day that much easier to both look forward to and power through.

Anyway, nothing pithy to end this blog with.