i must confess that my loneliness is killing me now.

note: not my foot.

I don't know what the fuck is going on with my weight. Up one day, down another. But it's always within a safe 4 pound range (2 pounds in any direction) so I convince myself it's water. Or other bloat-related things.

I realize why March hasn't been especially productive and I make no apologies for it. I am hurting my body. Except at first, hurting my body came with really great incentives like lose-six-pounds-in-one-week that made the downside of not-being-able-to-walk-without-praying-to-baby-Jesus-for-strength worth it.

Newsflash: it's not worth it.

For the first time in weeks I can't remember what it feels like to have to wince and hobble my way around. I'm sore, but it all feels so good. And I'm pretty sure the muscle imbalance I was experiencing with my legs has resolved itself. Taking it easy FTW!

I visited my parents this weekend since boyfriend went out of town for a man-adventure. It was wonderful and incredible, and I'm sure I would have more to say on the subject if you asked me at a different time, but right now it's just a blur of laughs and good food and puppy kisses. I can never get enough puppy kisses.

This weekend did bring a few opportunities that have me buzzing with excitement. Firstly, I went shopping with my momma and I scored loads of new workout gear. It's surreal how my gym bag has taken over my life, but I feel like a runner. I'm almost being swallowed by running tights and Body Glide and hair bands and playlists for my iPod. AND THE VIBRAMS. Ugh, it just feels good.

Secondly, I hadn't worked out in days and I attacked a block of two year old Parmesan cheese on Saturday and I knew I was going to have too much green beer for St. Patty's, so I convinced myself to take a run. Outside. On asphalt.

I RAN OUTSIDE ON ASPHALT. !!!!!

It was dark and late when I finally got around to running and my parents we worried I'd get raped or kidnapped, so they limited me to the area by their house. For simplicity/measurement, I ran around the block three times, Map My Run tells me I did 1.89mi and my heart rate monitor says I ran for 23:59 (a whopping pace of 12:41). It was easier than I thought it would be, but I certainly felt it kicking my ass when I woke up the next morning. Running on asphalt is a different monster and suddenly I understand why runners only run every other day.

Now that the weather is nice, I'm looking forward to getting to pick between the treadmill and the sidewalk. As long as we're being honest, I have to admit running outside rocks my face off.

250, and anxiously awaiting Dr Stern to return my phone call.