I have finally found the time to run again! I don't regret my decision to take a break towards the end of the semester. I basically spent all day every day reading and writing so I know I didn't waste that extra time.
Of course now I'm back home and I have to find a way to supplement my beautiful run around the Liffey with a run around my suburban neighborhood.
I didn't realize that we had the AC on inside so, while I thought it was the perfect temperature for a run, after stepping outside I quickly realized that I was wrong. It's amazing to think that it's still about 15 degrees cooler here than it was for most of the summer. I don't know if I would have done any running this year if that was the case in Dublin. I didn't go out with any expectations since I haven't run in almost three weeks at this point, but I managed a good loop around the neighborhood (about 1.5 miles). It was hot and I struggled a bit but I figured it was ok because I have a treadmill at my house so I could use that for my runs from now on.
Yesterday I tried the treadmill and about 30 seconds in I remembered why I used to so passionately hate running. I could not believe how instantly bored I was. I think I only managed to run for 6 minutes before I had to get off. I'm going to give it another shot today but I don't think I will be using the treadmill unless it's hurricaning or blizzarding outside from now on.
Aside from the heat, I also found my run around the neighborhood to not be that exciting. I think I'm going to have to drive somewhere to run eventually. I would almost prefer running around the high school track where I can at least be entertained by other people. Too bad I don't have a car to drive any where!
I did something exciting this morning! I stepped on a scale for the first time in months!! I don't really know how I feel about sharing weight stories but I don't think it would hurt anyone but me so I'll share anyway.
When I was home in May I stepped on the scale and was terrified. It was the most I had ever weighed in my life. The only time I had been that close was when I came home from studying abroad in Russia (notice the I-eat-a-lot-when-I-travel trend?) Anyway, it was shortly after that I returned to Dublin and started my running.
So today, about 3 months from that weigh-in, I'm down 7 lbs. I'd also like to point out that I haven't been running for the past three weeks and have been doing a lot of "I'm leaving, let's celebrate!" eating followed by even more "I'm home, let's celebrate!" eating. I have a feeling that a week or two ago I was probably down 10 lbs. Just more motivation to get back into the running again asap!