I did it.

I can't tell you how a person can run so much, and manage to gain weight. Is it muscle? Probably. Is it still annoying? Definitely. Does it matter? Not really.

Yesterday morning I did something I've never been able to do before. I woke up in a slump. The scale jumped to 167 (yikes), and I wasn't happy about it. I trudged to the gym for my run.

I carry a notebook with me so I can write down my times, distances, and dates. Before I put my gym bag into my locker, I noticed I had a sharpie sitting at the bottom of my bag. Without thinking, I grabbed it and wrote down these few sentences on the cover of my notebook:

You are good enough.
You are beautiful.
The size of your body doesn't matter.
BE YOU.
YOU ROCK.
KICK ASS.

I felt instantly better. I went upstairs to the track, and proceeded to run my fasted mile yet at 8 minutes 46 seconds. That's under 9 minutes folks. And it felt GREAT.

This is the first time I pulled myself out of a slump without help from anyone else (mainly Peter). With my own will and self confidence, I was able to turn that negative energy into positive energy, and was able to fuel that towards my run. I wasn't sad and I wasn't upset. I refused to be.