Things I love about being in shape:
Remember how I did the Incline on Thursday?
Well, I did it again. Yesterday.
And that was with running 17 miles the day before. No soreness from either.
I think that’s pretty awesome.
NSV?
I almost, ALMOST see some definition in my arms around my triceps. I can see the shadow of it!!
I’d show a picture but it doesn’t come out enough to show up on camera, lol.
2:32:51.
Missed my goal for this morning’s half marathon. Oh well. Recap later.
NSV: my legs are sore, long run sore, but this time last year a half left me barely able to walk afterward. Now its just a minor inconvenience. So this is cool.
Also, you attract a lot of attention when you’re guiding a blind person in a race. A LOT of attention.
Hi. This shirt has been in a box since last Christmas. It was a wee bit tight when I got it and I had forgotten about it until today.
Today, this shirt makes me feel little.
That awkward time that i wore my hoodie and it was so long you could barely tell I was wearing a dress underneath.
Also, a sort of NSV. If you guys have been following me for over a year, you might remember “the boys”. The boys being these frat douches that I used to hang around and live with. Earlier this time last year, two of these dudes made a really mean comment saying I was fat and needed to lose like 50 pounds before I become attractive. Well, one of those dudes appears to be regretting that statement.
He already apologized for it earlier in the year, but just yesterday, he appeared to have been Facebook stalking me, because he left me this comment on one of my halloween pictures, saying. “Becky. You look great. Seriously.” and liked another one.
But still. I’ll count it. Not that I need that kind of gratification from a douche like that or anything.
“You have really strong legs!”
My NSV of the night. It’s only slightly inappropriate. So Rich and I hung out today.
He had asked me to lunch but I had stuff to do and it ended up with him coming over to my mom’s house and having some awesome Cuban food she made. I also tried my first real tequila shots. My first one was weird and I had tried it in the summer (chased it with a hot dog), and Rich is Mexican and very familiar with tequila and brought a bottle to my mom’s so I could try it. I still don’t like tequila but I could handle it. It was called Milagro. He got my family’s approval.
So after that we went back to my house because even though he loves Harry Potter he had yet to see the last movie. None of my roommates were home so we set up the surround sound and it nice tv and watched the movie. Then, he sat through like 5 episodes of 30 Rock with me before he tried anything with me. We’d been holding hands on the couch up to that point. All we did was make out (for those of you that know me well, be proud.)! It was nice.
Then after a while it was getting late and we both need to get up early so I said it was about time to go. So I take dishes over to the kitchen and we start making out again and because I’m short and was on my tippy toes he picks me up and puts me on the counter and I put my legs kinda around his hips. I’m too short to wrap my legs all the way around, so they were just kind of there on his hips, which is when I got the “You have really strong legs!” because they were there for quite a while without any shaking or moving or any struggle at all really.
So yeah. I think I like this guy. And woo nsv!
Funny thing happened on my way to the gym this morning
I decided to wear my badass socks That Rob gave me with my shorts, since it was still chilly inside.
The ENTIRE men’s soccer team was there. And one of them as he passed by, looked at my socks, looked up to my ass, then said, “Nice!” haha.
I thought it was awesome.
Also. I outran their entire team while they were running on the track. Like, I started behind them and made it half a lap past the first guy. Probably had something to do with the girls’ soccer team playing in the gym below us, but still.
These are NSV’s, right? Maybe.
The grass feels sooo good.
Twenty miles done.
Hardly any ITB pain. Great run. And yes. I ran in my sports bra. I took my long sleeve off after 6 miles because it was too hot. Nsv? I was totally self conscious at first but then got too tired to care. Now for the taper! Marathon in two weeks!
NSV!
I was the smallest person in the car on the drive to the stadium.
And my beer pong partner called me little all around. :)
Well, that was cool. NSV?
So I went to the doctor’s so they could check out my circulation problems and run some blood test. They said I was “super healthy”.
My vitals:
Blood pressure: 101/70
Body temp: 98.3 (in fahrenheit)
And the best part. When they checked my heart rate they said they knew I was an athlete.
Resting heart rate: 53! I was looking at a chart and it said that athletic RHR was 54-something. Mine is below!
Overall they said I was fine, that the circulation thing wasn’t anything to be concerned about. they took some blood to make sure everything is good.
A PSA to the ladies.
Something that will make you more comfortable and even look better: wearing the right bra size! I know everyone’s heard it before, but it really makes all the difference.
So since I’ve lost weight I have not bought a new bra. Also, before I lost weight I refused to wear a D’s because I thought if would make me look bigger or something. But today after realizing I really need a new bra because I just don’t fill mine right anymore, I went to VS to get fitted.
First of all, I got a “oh your waist is so small” from the girl measuring me. That was awesome. Then she did her magic and gave me a bra to try on.
So, now I’m proud to announce that I have a new bra size. I went from a 38C (which probably wasn’t right to begin with) to a 34DD. I expected something different, something bigger. So I’m very happy with it, and I look so much smaller with a proper fitting bra! It makes me happy.
Nsv time? Maybe?
So I went to a party at my former roommate’s house. I show up, and one of the first people I see outside is this kid Josh who was my last RA when I lived on campus that was really cool until he got a girlfriend and stopped being social (they’ve broken up since).
So I see Josh, after not seeing him since probably last year. He sees me, and he says “Oh my God Becky you’ve gotten so skinny you look beautiful!”
And then he proceeded to flirt with me every time he saw me throughout the party. It felt nice. Though I totally could tell it was all due to my weight. That was.. Different. I’ve never had that issue before.
Anyway, the comment made me happy. When I told my OTHER former roommate about it he was like, “well, Josh is right you’ve gotten super skinny!”
Guys, this is kinda a big deal to me. I’ve never been called skinny outside of the occasional comment on Tumblr. And I’m not even skinny. I’m just smaller. So yeah. :D
I’ll stop bombarding you guys after this one. Most of you haven’t been following me that long, but these pants were given to me for Christmas. Aeropostale 7/8 regulars. It’s barely just tight enough to give me any muffin top anymore. Back then I could barely get them zipped. Now? Didn’t take so much! I could move in them! NSV? Definitely.
NSV?
My t-shirt that I’m wearing today that is from 8th grade, the front of the shirt fits super loose on my stomach. Even the chest area, it used to fit much tighter. This shirt is almost (and probably should’ve been years ago) pajama t-shirt big!
