Well, I ran the 5k loop on the treadmill tonight. It wasn’t super fun, but I was proud of myself. In fact, I was so proud of myself that I called my Dad to tell him about it. Little did I know he ran a 5k last year in 29 minutes, and he’s 51. Wow. That took the wind right out of my sails. My REALLY OLD DAD totally creamed my 5k time. If that’s not motivation, I don’t know what is. All I know is that I need to shave at least 10 minutes off my time if I don’t want to completely humiliate myself at the Warrior Dash, which is exactly one month from tomorrow. Guess I better get my run on!
Anyway, I sure can’t wait to be thin. I might take dance lessons. I might get a bike and ride around everywhere and spend my weekends geocaching. How fun would that be? I’m going to wear skirts and dresses everyday, I know that for sure. I’m going to cut my hair and put highlights in it. I’ll wear espadrilles and high heels and get pedicures. I want to feel as girly as possible. I want a boy to ask for my number. I don’t think I have EVER had a boy ask for my number because he wanted to call me for something other than friendship. This is my year. This is my time. I can’t wait!