Powered by mom's chicken pho

It was 9:30pm and I had a difficult decision to make.  With my mom's pho still warm in my tummy, do I flop on the hotel bed and watch HBO (it's the best part of vacation, free HBO) or book it to the gym before the laziness took hold?

This is why I sign up for races -- little room for excuses.  Off I went to hit the fabu hotel gym to put in 3 good miles. 

Thanks, mom, for the perfect workout fuel!

Round and round

Went for the 3 miler on the track.  Slow going in the first mile and the third mile was the best.  It took almost 36 minutes -- a nice 12-minute / mile pace even though it felt so much faster / harder to this getting-back-to-it-runner. 

Liked the rebound of the track.  Loved the accomplished feeling.

Waiting

Sitting on couch in running clothes.  Working on resolving the latest work crisis and watching the sun go down through the living room window.  Will I be running today or will it be another runless day?

Dismal first week

I'm ending the first training week with nowhere to go but up -- just one run completed. 

I did manage to consume copious amounts of scrumptious abalone in a marathon 5-hour picnic yesterday.  But, it only managed to work out my tummy and not my running form. 

10 more weeks to go...