if i lost you i would cry.

I couldn't stop thinking about how I ended my last post with a promise to myself to get back to running tomorrow. That's how all the broken promises to myself started: "I'll do it tomorrow."

I've broken my own heart enough times with empty promises of the wonderful things I'll do tomorrow that I couldn't do that to myself again. I have to take ownership of the two pounds I gained and correct the problem now.

As in, now-now. As in, I got home from work at 12:20 and readied myself for a run. It's a crisp 50 degrees outside so I dressed in running pants, a tank, my brightest and whitest performance fleece, and my entire fleet of accessories. It was just me, the road, and my iPod making friends in the darkness (because apparently the city is too cheap to keep all the street lights lit in our neighborhood).

I managed 1.86mi in 26:04, map my run says my pace was 14:00. Not super impressive, but it felt FAN-TAS-TIC. Plussss... I tried out my new pair of Bikilia LS for the first time (besides wearing them to work to break them in) and I think I might have to abandon my other Five Fingers because I am so madly in love. SO MADLY IN LOVE.

To keep consistent with my previous post, I spent all 26 minutes listening to Celine. "River Deep, Mountain High" is a killer song to listen to while whispering obscenities to baby Jesus under one's breath for creating the abominations known as hills. My ass does not appreciate it.