My daughter was having a blast though! She liked that I was going fast. She kept saying, "Wee!!! This fun mommy!" and dancing back and forth to my music. (Which made pushing the stroller feel even weirder!) Here's a pic:
I jogged through downtown and kept seeing myself in the reflection of the storefront windows. And once again, my brain with my fat girl syndrome thinks I look fat and ridiculous. I even snapped a photo as I jogged by:
Can you see me? It's okay if you can't... It's not flattering.
Anyway, my stroller pace was 13 something. I went to my amazing yoga class, and jogged back towards home. Kind of defeated the whole purpose of a relaxing, stretching yoga class but oh well. Gotta do what I gotta do.
Last night husband and I went out for Valentine's Day and I wore my cute boots. I did way too much walking in them and now my plantarfacitis is acting up today. I am FREAKING OUT about my 8 mile run tomorrow. It's the furthest I've ever ran. Furthest right now is 7.5, and that run destroyed my hip for months. I keep trying to tell myself that that run was out of nowhere and this run I've trained for. I have done every single mile the training schedule said to do. I'm prepared for this. But I'm freaking out. Did I mention I'm freaking out? Besides my foot, I swear my back hurts, my hip hurts, the insides of my ankles hurt. I'm phyching myself out. I know it's mostly in my head. I'm fine, I can do this.
I invited a bunch of friends to the track with us tomorrow. I thought it would be more fun and less tedious with lots of people to high-five. Hopefully that was a good decision. Wish me luck!