Ever wonder what a 5k with a 26:53 finishing time looks like 10.5 weeks postpartum and 15+ pounds overweight? Don't say I've never done anything for you.
I ran this race last year with Matilda in the stroller. It was windy and girlfriend hated the windguard in front of her with the fire of a thousand suns. She screamed all the way to the finish which was good incentive to run like hell. This year I did not push a stroller. There was no wind. I beat my time from last year by 32 seconds. I should be happy about that and I guess I am but I'm still so discouraged about the weight. The weight that is going nowhere. That is hanging around and dragging me down. Keeping me out of my clothes. Being kept company by the raging hunger. The hunger that comes back like high tide every two hours. Sometimes very hour. The hunger that is making it difficult to drop any of the weight.
I keep trying to run away from it. It keeps finding me. Maybe if I run faster.
