love will find a way.

In an insane turn of events, I ran to the closest Redbox.

I RAN TO REDBOX.

Did you catch that? No? I RAN TO REDBOX.

So the Redbox by my apartment is half a mile away. I know this because my first attempt at weight loss (almost exactly one year ago) included walking to and from that Redbox every day. We had picked up a pair of movies and watched them last night, but both me and boyfriend forgot to return them today. By a lovely turn of events, I got out of class an hour early and I got to see boyfriend off before he went to the gym. We had a quick chat about the movies after which I volunteered to drop them off before the 9pm deadline. I don't exactly know what I had in mind, but I knew I was going to work this to my advantage.

After scarfing down a horrible delicious dinner (quesadilla on wheat), I threw on my warmest running clothes and walked out the door with the two DVDs in hand. I ran all the way to Redbox and back, plus a run around the block, for a total of 1.86mi.




A few things to note:

• In April 2011, I could barely walk half a mile without huffing and puffing, and less than one year later I ran four times that LIKE A PRO.
  
• When I'm driving and I see runners on the sides of the road, I like to refer to them as "rock stars" in my head because... well, they're fking rock stars! Changing my attitudes about other runners has helped change my attitude towards myself, and I feel the difference.
  
• Running in the cold is easily the most genius idea ever. It's hovering around 47 degrees outside, which is (in my opinion) optimum running weather.
  
• Thank Jesus I have a shopping problem. Like, seriously. The more I run, the more I realize how important the little things are to keeping me on track. Like... performance fleece? GENIUS. Wrist sweatbands have changed my running experience forever. And those water bottles everyone likes to make fun of me for... CAN'T RUN WITHOUT 'EM.
  
• There's no better feeling that finishing a run knowing that you did it. There's no such thing as failing or quitting if you see it start to finish. Even if you walk. Even if you have to take a break. Even if you feel like it wasn't your best. The point is, you did it and no one can take that away from you.

A second trip to the scale this afternoon gave a reading of 246.0. I don't want to get too excited, so for now I'm maintaining a healthy level of skepticism.