First sweaty-post-run-baby-holding picture!

Yesterday my dad said he’d watch Ryland so I could run. Even though I’ve seen lots of runners, including solo women, the road our hotel is on is a bit too busy for my comfort, especially since the sidewalk is on the other side of the road.  I looked at the map we had for parks, and found one only a couple miles from our hotel that said it had “hiking” trails. 

Since I’m running on less sleep than usual (probably around 6 hours, so not too bad) and haven’t run in a week,  wasn’t expecting a whole lot. I think my garmin was having trouble under the trees because at times it said I was running at a 11:xx pace, and I know I was faster than that, but that’s fine. The temp was nice but the humidity was crazy, not that I expected to get a break from that down here.

Hey, negative(ish) splits.

Also, flat enough, Florida?

Some things I saw during my run that I went back to photograph:

This tree was where I started my run. Pretty cool start:

umm, does that mean…

oh, it does mean that. (I didn’t see any, thank God.)

other things (from close to the parking lot):

Walking with my 30 lb pack is almost the equivalent of walking with the weight I used to carry. I don’t know how I did it, especially since I wasn’t always heavy.

When I mentioned that, Jeremy told me how proud he was that I’ve kept the weight off. Another time, when we were talking about camp, I mentioned how when I first got home and he hugged me, he asked, “Did you get smaller on me?” I didn’t- I the next day, I discovered I was actually exactly the same as the last time I measured myself.  I told him that, and that I was surprised because I ate so much at camp that I was sure I would gain. I said that I would be worrying that he would think I had been eating too much if he had been there. He told me that he wouldn’t worry at all because I do so well with moderation and balancing out the times I do eat more that he completely trusts me with food. (Sadly, I don’t always deserve that trust.)

So what I started out typing as two supportive comments Jeremy made while hiking turned into another post highlighting how obsessed with food & weight I still am and how it seems to come into everything. I just want to live my life.