Half MArathon done

So, why I wouldn't say I nailed the half marathon, it was overall fine. I ended in 1h57'33'', which was acceptable considering (stop reading if you don't like horrors) I had been pooping liquid horrible staff all morning until 5 minutes before the start.

The big surprise was Hubby, who nailed it with 1h54' 40''!

OF course the weight went up instead of down, and I woke up this morning with a horrible 133.4lbs (60.5kg) or 21.2BMI. Meh

Waiting for The Miracle

Let’s start back from the beginning, shall we?

Since anyways, I am back to the weight I was when I started this blog, so…

Let us remember, the name.

Baby I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, now I’ve waited half my life away (…) but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

The truth is undeniable: I’m 133lbs, 21.1BMI. (The maestro says it’s Mozart, but it sounds like bubblegum when you’re waiting for the miracle to come. Nothing left to do when you’re begging for a crown, nothing left to do when you’re waiting for the miracle to come)

Let’s face it ladies: if Leonardo DiCaprio managed to get the Oscar (for his worst interpretation ever) I can manage to get skinny. Or at least, less fat.

For the sake of statistics, I run so far 172km this year (107 miles)

The half marathon is on Sunday, I barely hope I can run it till the end. Then, serious restricting begins.

Random fast and slow running

Spent the weekend doing tough work outdoors at my parents place, which somehow counterbalanced the stuffing food in my face, since I'm at an embarrassing lowest weight of the year (still too heavy, still heavier than any time last year, fuck me).

I also fasted 24 hours (involuntary, it just happened). Basically I skipped dinner on Friday and breakfast on Saturday morning, then Sat at lunch (after working at the demolition of the porch on the front deck of the house) I went running and then I thought I was not running as fast as I wished, then I realized I probably was lacking the fuel for a fast run, so I headed uphill instead.

Mom promised to cut the last 2cm of my hair (which I usually wear waist-length). She cut something like 15-20cm. Fuck it. It's gonna take months and months to grow it again.

On a final note, after the mild winter we had, my spring allergies are already back. ugh.

BMI: 21.1 whatever

Everything is awesome

Although everything is awesome
I won't take it personally
it may be I'm dreming the wrong dreams
a bit delusional
right now
they belong to me

21.3BMI

I sucked at the gym this morning

meanwhile

And I do keep running; hell, I'm even on track with my 2016 goal so far (I want to run 1000km, and I'm currently at 135, in line with the goal).
But I am so fat.
Hell, I've been below 130lbs throughout all 2015, now what is wrong with me?
Yesterday I even put in 18km under pouring rain.
Next summer we're going to the US on vacation, Colorado Springs (hub has some work there) + Yellowstone + NYC with my 2 fave bitches.

Whatever.