146.8

I gained Emily's weight, clearly.

Actually not really. This is just where I've been for so long now that fluctuations between 145 and 146 mean next to nothing.

I had a good run yesterday afternoon. It was a beautifully cool 90 degrees (!), which even at the time I realized was just nuts--how could 90 degrees feel so refreshing? But I was able to run my route all the way through for the first time in weeks (my afternoon run, that is; when I drag myself out of bed and run in my neighborhood it's usually cool enough to run the whole way too) and had an average pace of 9:13 per mile.

Today if I manage anything it'll be a swim after work. I've got Claire with me this morning while Brian is down in Virginia on a job interview, and I have to leave in an hour to get Connor off the bus, so no lunchtime workout for me. But I have so much to do tonight that I'm not sure I should stay for that swim.

This Friday is the dress rehearsal for the Iron Girl, so I get to go swim in the lake. I'll be testing out my new triathlon top to see how it handles. I'm not worried about it technically--I'm just worried about how it might look after a dip in the lake. It's got a white base and may come out looking really disgusting and showing off every piece of duck weed I pick up in my boobs. This will also mark one year since I injured myself on the run after the dress rehearsal swim. Let's hope I don't repeat that this year! My back still gives me problems, although I now sometimes go a few days with no pain. This also means my shoes are a year old--I got them about a week before the dress rehearsal last year. They're still in good shape, though, since I didn't use them most of the winter and have only been putting 7 or 8 miles on them each week.