No, sorry. This is not a post about current events. Though I have lots, and lots and lots of things to say about what’s going on in the world these days. And I know you’re all just dying to hear what I think about the nationalization of the banking and automobile industries. But alas… everything I learned about raising money I learned from The Dixie Chicks. It’s never a good idea to say something inflammatory when you need people to give you money.

Nope, I really do want to talk about Hope & Change.

Today was yet another training session - 30 minutes timed running. I worked out on a treadmill with Running Buddy (who’s cheating on me!! - more on that later) at the fitness center at the office. I settled into a routine of 2 minutes running, 2 minutes walking and my 30 minutes flew by. It’s still hard work trying to get these 170lbs moving, but it’s getting easier. I found myself getting into a groove around 1 minute 30 seconds of my running interval. I didn’t do as well as I did on Saturday, but I can feel the small improvements every time lace up my Brooks. It gives me hope. Every little improvement is that much closer to completing my goal. That is such a great feeling.

My body is subtly changing too. There isn’t enough change to justify purchasing a cute little running skirt without feeling like people will be sneering at the fat girl trying to be stylish. But after slathering on the SPF 30 after my shower this morning,  I can feel changes in my calves. I actually have calf muscles! I have the calves of an athlete…under all the fat. They flex and relax and move and pop out of my legs in certain angles.

It’s not like I was feeling myself up or anything dirty like that. But you know how you can just feel changes in your body as you go about your daily routine. And you think ” Wow. Wonder when that happened?”.  You know what I’m talking about, right? Right? No? Oh. Well. Anyway.

Running Buddy was tardy to our workout this afternoon. She strolled in all nonchalante about 30 minutes late, without a care in the world and her new cute haircut. The treadmills were taken so she was banished to the cheater bike (that’s the recumbent bike). And as she’s slowly cycling away, she tells me she did her real run workout this morning before work! How could she? I thought we were running together on Mondays and Wednesdays? She went solo. On her own. I feel so betrayed!

No not really. I’m really just jealous of the time she has in her schedule to workout in the morning. I wish I had the stability in my schedule to get up and do my running workout in the morning. After the run on Saturday I’m starting to think my body performs better during morning runs than evening runs.

I wonder if I can rearrange my schedule to free up my mornings.