The Tortoise

I've been training for my half marathon, and I'm only on week three of the my training program: Hal Higdon's. Some days I look at what I have to do and think: Does he think I have one leg? He really doesn't ask that much out of you, I mean it's somewhat open to interpretation. Some days I give him more than he asked for, and some days I skip pieces that I find stupid. I'm not sure he would appreciate me calling parts of his program stupid, but it happened. My favorite part about running is that I like the way my body feels when I'm all done, you know like a floppy bunny rabbit. My least favorite part about running is that I swear it makes me extra hungry but not for healthy things. My body keeps telling me to eat things like combos, chips, pizza, bagels, soda, beer, buffalo wings slathered in blue cheese dressing, popcorn with 8 ounces of melted butter on top, whatever. I've been doing a good job controlling it because you can't closet eat when you have a spouse in an apartment with 2 rooms, but mentally i'm caressing an Italian sub from Angelinas with everything on it, extra pickles, and toasted, and whispering really inappropriate things. my workout buddy tells me she rarely thinks about food when she's running a lot, so this apparently is my own weird thing. But anyways, I was talking about running and not my food fantasies. Now I just have to figure out how to run faster...