I hope I’m not jinxing myself by writing this, but I’m feeling really excited about Eat. Blog. Run. As in, I’ve moved from the petrified zone to the optimistic one. I’ve been training well — logging 3-4 runs per week the last 8 weeks. And I’ve been eating well too. Inspired by my fellow Shredhead pal Bill, I started to keep a food journal on April 1, which has made me much more mindful about my food choices. Even though I’m the only one who looks at the journal, it keeps me honest. I even decided to cut out desserts this month (not a light decision — I have a monster sweet tooth), which has been remarkably easy, in large part thanks to this awesome yogurt parfait. (My one exception was two days ago because I baked a lemon angel food cake — complete with lemon icing and lemon curd — for the first time from scratch for my mother in law’s birthday and wanted to see how it came out.)
Anyway, yesterday I did something that would have seemed impossible when I started experimenting with running last summer: I hit the 8 mile mark. And it actually felt good. I mean, I still don’t feel like a natural runner in the sense that I don’t run along breezily, able to carry on a conversation, but I now am at a point where after I hit the halfway point in my run, I feel an energy lift as I turn and head towards home, excited as I pass each landmark that reminds me that I am doing it. I am running. Which I never thought I could do.
My leg of The Relay is about 13 miles; I now know I can do at least 8 of that. I think I’m ready to rock this party.














