My run today was only 4.6 km (I was aiming for 5 km) because WO finished his routine about six laps before I would have finished mine, and I felt bad for leaving him there waiting. But I pushed upward and onward today, doing 600 m runs with 200 m recoveries. I don’t need the full 200 m to recover, but it keeps the numbers of laps nice and round. Speaking of the number of laps, running on the 200 m track is definitely not good for my knees. I have never had knee trouble from running, and I’d sure as hell like to not start that now, but it’s…

I skipped the weight-lifting workout today on account of mild illness and major laziness. I’ve also eaten a little badly the past couple of days. Yesterday I indulged in a sundae from DQ, which wasn’t a problem since somehow, even after eating dinner, I’d only consumed on the low end of 1200 calories for the day. But when I got home, I ate popcorn while watching Scrubs. Yay Scrubs. Boo lack of restraint from buttery, salty, yummy popcorn. Today it was Cheese Balls. Like Cheetos, but in spherical form. With the recent drastic increase in protein, I’m actually finding it rather difficult to get in the number of calories I…

The wonderful, joy-inspiring, heart-lifting thing about today’s run was that it was my lungs that were the limiting factor. Over the course of a slow 5 km (40 minutes), I constantly fought my lungs–not my legs. The stretching, the weight-lifting, the slow and steady going… it’s working. It’s like I’m over the hump of rehap and back into basic training. I ran alone and on the outdoor track today because WO has caught a chest cold that’s making him feel miserable. Now I just have to keep fixing my shoulders… Weight-lifting is my friend.