week fifteen - she's back.

So I went home this past weekend for one of my friends going away party and it was also the weekend I had to run 15 miles. The most I have ran this far is 13…what’s another 2 right? Anyways I was actually looking forward to running in my town just because the area is beautiful, full of greenery, memories and well to be honest…men in that town don’t really appreciate a fully figured woman so I was excited I didn’t have to be running past any old men or the lovely 25 construction men I encountered last week where every time I ran by them one gentleman kept saying “she’s back!!!”.

Anyways the run was overall pretty good. The only thing that was messing with my head was the fact I had to run through 3 towns in order to get my mileage in. The towns are pretty close together but geez….I couldn't’ help but say, what the fuck. I mean really. What the fuck, 3 towns!? After the run besides my legs being really sore...I was o.k. It took me a little over 3 hours to complete and that is stopping 4 times. It was cool coming home to see my family, they haven't really seen me suited up in my spandex, dry fit superman top, batman fuel belt and my trusty hankerchief. I looked like a damn super hero by the time I left, lol. All I needed was a fuckin cape! Anyways, I was telling my brother Fred and Tom about my Gu packets (I had only bought a couple to last me the run) and if you knew my brother Fred you would think this is really funny but anyways as I was telling him what they were for and the benefits they have. He grabbed one off the kitchen table and sucked the whole thing down like it was a Popsicle! In about 3 seconds one of my fuel packets was gone, no more spinach for Popeye. I didn't get mad or anything because really....its just GU right? But I did give him a stare of disbelief. I just don't think he thinks sometimes but I love him either way and he seemed interested in the whole thing so that made me happy.

That night I went to my friends going away party and reunited with some friends I haven’t seen in a while which is always nice. All of them are sooooo supportive and help me keep going. I drank more then I wanted to and smoked too much as well….sigh. I felt disappointed in myself in the morning and promised that today was a new day and I would need to get back on track. It scares the hell out of me the race is only 47 days away. To be exact its 47 days, 18 hours, 42 minutes and 37 seconds till race day. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.