What happened to your arm?

After work on Thursday night I got ready for my 'run.' I'll be honest, I had already cashed it in before I began. I had been exhausted that morning and my legs felt dead. I knew there was a good chance I'd bag the run and go for a walk instead. It took all of 2min on the move before that decision was finalized.

As I was walking around Lady Bird Lake (aka Town Lake) I passed a lot of bat watches and runners. On my way back I saw a couple walking up ahead, they'd been sitting on the lawn about 1/4 back when I first saw them.

"You walk a lot! We saw you walking way back there." The girl shouted down the path. I thought this was a bit odd, they'd seen me cover about 1/2 mile total. I would hardly call that a lot but I might not be normal, who knows.

"Actually, I was supposed to be running," was my response.

As she got closer she had time to give me a full inspection, "Wow, what happened to your arm?" She was questioning my birthmark. This was not the first time I've ever been asked about it. I used to get asked so many questions as a kid that I refused to ever wear anything without sleeves until I was dating Michael. The question itself isn't what threw me off, it was the shock she had about this messily red spot but did not give a second thought to the size of my belly.

Oh well, guess I'll just keep waiting for the day when someone asks me if I am pregnant who does not already know the answer.

To make up for my failed run on Thursday night, I ran my familiar 'Park Loop' on Friday morning. It was slower than I'd been on Tues but still respectable. I've run the Park Loop hundreds of times since I've moved to Austin and have time ranges for what I consider to be great, good, satisfactory, and bad. Thus far all of my pregnancy runs had remained in the good range although Friday morning was dangerously close to satisfactory.

Funny thing happened this weekend, after being tired all week I decided to take Sat off from working out and do a brick on Sunday. After hopping off the trainer at 2hr ran a park loop. It was mid 60's when I left and it felt amazing! When I got home I looked at my watch in shock, I'd just run the loop in my 2nd fastest time ever.

I have no clue how I pulled that off but it certainly made my day. After all, I am still the same Michelle who will always want to be smarter, faster, and stronger than the Michelle of the day before. Good thing I don't care if I'm lighter than Michelle of the day before ;)