I think I've been off a few weeks this entire time because SOMEHOW it's already week 15 of 16. I guess week 15 has been my week of reflection. First and foremost, the girls I run with. Do you know how many hours the three of us have logged? How many miles we have logged? You would think we would run out of things to say. We actually thought we needed to make lists of things to talk about while we ran so we didn't run dry. Totally not the case. Actually, most mornings on the car ride home AFTER running for hours together talking each others ears off, we'd be like, "oh, I know what I was going to tell you guys...." That's a lot of chit-chatting people. But that's what I love. We never run out of things to say. We have talked about everything in these 15 weeks from kids, husbands, health, finances, careers, faith, you name it. Good or bad, these poor girls know everything about me. Running truly is therapy.
Secondly, I have been reflecting on how far we truly have come. A year and a half ago, we were building up to a 3 mile run. 3 miles. And I mean to tell you, we struggled. It was no easy feat, but we did it and were so proud. I never pictured myself doing any more than that. Then came 13.1. Never thought I'd see the day, but it too has passed (now several times, thanks to our lovely training schedule). But in one short week, we are going to be able to say we did 26.2 miles. The unthinkable in my mind.
And last, but not least... back on to the weight thing. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person on this earth saying, "When I'm done with all this marathon training, I'm going on a diet." Pretty sure marathon training helps most people lose weight, but not this girl. I am actually the exact same weight I was day 1 of training, but I feel even less tone. Pity party on me, but it sucks. But oh well, because I'm pretty sure that on 10/10/10 when I cross that finish line, I won't care one bit what the number on my scale at home is. I will be on cloud nine!