HCG regiment is winding down with only a week left in the stabilization period at which time I can eat starch and sugar again. I finished the injections with a total of 24lbs lost and am wearing clothes I haven’t fit into since pre-pregnancy. For the last two weeks I’ve been able to easily maintain the weight eating regularly again plus I’ve been able to run and really train. I got a fabulous new personal trainer keychain – not that I’m pimping anything but if you want info on it, check out www.nextfit.com – and went away for a long weekend to a spot where there were tons of empty dirt roads where I could run every day. Which I did, and with the help of the trainer I was able to double my endurance doing walk/jog interval training. Was feeling fabulous the first night – even ran with the hubby – did 2 miles and was on Cloud9. Went out the next day and knew it wasn’t a fluke because I was able to run longer distance in the same time allotment. Fabulous! Until the next day when I got out of bed and my foot hurt so bad I couldn’t walk on it… Apparently I am now suffering from yet another running ailment most often caused by increasing your mileage too quickly called plantar fasciitis. WTF? So, I took a few days of rest and ice – more rest than ice but, still, the resting is the hardest for me to adhere to! Went out again last night and was feeling so down afterwards! The foot felt pretty good and was only a little tender this morning. However, I was running with my long-time walking partner who on the outset was NOT excited about running. Now, with what looks to me like minimal effort, she is able to run faster and longer than I am. Of course, her long ass legs and her singer’s lungs are definitely advantages I just don’t have. We added another friend last night who also – even on HCG and cheating at the running part – is a stronger runner than me and part of my inspiration to start running in the first place. I felt no apprehension about her coming along knowing she was on HCG and “couldn’t” run. But, she is not the stickler for rules I took her to be and they both kicked my trash! We got one jog interval under our belts and I was sucking wind like a novice. Again, WTF? I had to cut the run short to get home to a sick child and then felt dejected all night because I couldn’t keep up. Thoughts orbiting my head had the semi-constant theme of finding some excuse to just run by myself from now on so I don’t have the constant reminder of “you aren’t a strong runner” right next to me. These thoughts were still there this morning when I awoke and hadn’t really faded over the morning at work. As I sat at my desk fighting to breathe through my nose and resigning myself to the fact I just might be coming down with the head cold the rest of my household has had for the last week, a light bulb went off. I was sucking wind last night because I am all stuffed up!! I was all up in my head for no good reason… I know I would miss being pushed to do my best if I gave in and ran by myself. Besides, my book would certainly suffer since the walking intervals are devoted to plot outlining and discussion with fellow writers. So, I’m still on the training circuit but won’t push myself until I’ve recovered from whatever has me all stuffed up. Ah, the frustrations of training that come in so many forms!