scatter brained

I've done a pretty good job on my last few posts of keeping on one topic and not rambling about everything in an all over post. But this is going to be an all over post.

One of my least favorite things about running is how atrocious my feet are. I mean, seriously. Great Lakes Relay was almost a month ago, and 4 of my toe nails are still black and blue. Well, 3. One of them finally just like, rotted and fell off yesterday. It looks so much better without the nail. I don't even bother wearing sandals anymore. I get a ton of blisters, callouses and dead skin just hanging off of them too. It's pretty rank. I know lots of runners, and I've never seen anyone with as nasty of feet as I have. It's totally embarrassing. I know a guy who got his surgically removed, I should do that. (I shouldn't, but it'd save me a lot of toe shame!)

A few posts back, I wrote about how I always wanted to have a boyfriend I could run with, and 6 months into our relationship, when we finally ran together in June, I hated it and never wanted to again. Only because I have a weird competitive nature, and I don't like a bruised ego, and he's just a better runner than me. Anyway, a month and a half later, after the  bad experience, we tried this whole running together thing again. It was pretty perfect. He's still super quick, and I think what bugs me most is that just a few years ago I was that quick, I'm just not in the shape I wanna be. But he slowed down for me on Saturday, and it was a perfect time. It's kinda special to share an interest I've had for so long with someone I love so much. (side note, I feel really really lame for professing my love all the time, but eh, can't help it.)

I didn't eat any animal products from Oct 27 to June 7, then had some meat on and off til the end of July. During the vegan times, I lost close to 35-40lbs. In the month and a half that I dabbled with the animal products again, I gained almost 10. I've mentioned it in here before I have weight issues, and of course I freaked out. I look fine. I know I do. I'm still small, I even had to downsize to an A cup bra for the first time in a long time. I wish I could always remember that food is fuel. Nothing more, nothing less. I need to stop getting mopey and eating a sleeve of cookies to make myself feel better. Then pouting cause I ate too much. That's not healthy. I'm still trying to find that median 26 years into this life. I have gotten better though, but I will say that my scale battery dying was the best thing that's happened in a while.

Isabel rides her bike with me more than she runs with me, and I have to say, it's kicking my butt. She rides fast. She actually runs pretty fast, too, but she can only go 3 or so miles at a time without pooping out. I took her to run on an old route that I used to push her in her jogging stroller, except she was riding with me. It was super bittersweet. She's growing up too fast. The crim is in less than 2 weeks, I'm excited to see how fast she'll run the 5k in.

I feel like there was more in my head, but I forgot what I wanted to say.