I know it's only the middle of February but I've already got the bathing suit bug. I've spent quite a bit of time browsing the Victoria's Secret swim catalog and searching online for the perfect not-too-teeny-weeny bikini. I still love the one I bought last year and it's going to be hard to beat. Sam and I took to The Avenue yesterday to see what we could find. I wanted to see if the one from Victoria's Secret I was lusting over was as great in person as it was in the picture - and I wanted to see just how moderate "moderate back coverage" really was. It was every bit as cute in person as in the catalog but unfortunately, it was just a little too "cheeky" for me if you know what I mean. I would have to do a bazillion lunges before my ass was in shape for something that risque'. Ha! After a second outing with Ashley today I am no closer to finding a suit that I like so I guess it'll have to wait until the stores get a bigger selection in. C'mon Target! Don't let me down!
As of yesterday I have officially completed my first week of half-marathon training. (Just to throw out a little disclaimer, this is going to be a hot topic for me on here over the coming weeks.) The weather outside yesterday was ridiculous - and not in a good way. It was a mere 27 degrees out with 20 mph stinging, slicing wind gusts. There was no way in hell I was running outside - it would be like a cruel and unusual punishment for a crime I didn't commit. Luckily, Smyrna has a community center that doesn't require a membership so I decided to head down there and do my 4 miles on the treadmill. I cannot begin to convey how much I absolutely abhor running on a machine. It was stupid hot in there and being forced to maintain a steady pace added a challenging dimension that I didn't appreciate in the slightest. I want to be in control; I want to decide how fast (or slow) I run at any given time. And don't even get me started on the scenery. I am the type of person that needs way more visual stimulation than a brick wall. It took everything I had to not stop after the first mile.......and then the second.......and then the third.......hello mile 4! Quittin' time! Luckily, I survived and felt quite proud of myself for exercising not only my body, but also my extreme willpower. Yes, I want a cookie. Oatmeal raisin. No, Snickerdoodle. Wait, Peanut Butter! Forget it, there are way too many choices. I plan on roaring into my second week of training bright and early tomorrow morning - 3 miles.
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