Mud Run

I used to be the one who never made excuses about working out.  I was the, “sorry, I can’t go to dinner tonight because I won’t have time to shower and straighten my hair when I get home from the gym” girl.  Lately, however, I seem to be finding every excuse in the book.

Last week I was sick, so I’ll give myself a little slack on that one.  But this week I’m just plain lazy, and I’m finding my greatest fear of moving back to the States coming true.  I’m not sticking with my workouts.  I lost almost 30 pounds and over 8% body fat while I was in Spain and I kept that motivation going steady when I was back in California; now that I’m in Arizona I can’t seem to keep that motivation to hit the gym instead of the “insert better plans here” or because of “insert lame reason here”.

So, today I decided enough was enough. 

(Actually, yesterday I did…but running at 10:30AM in Arizona in July after not consuming nearly enough water over the past few days was not a brilliant idea and after 15 minutes I was done.  Mr. actually got the car, picked me up, and took me home…that’s how done I was!)

But tonight, at 7:30PM, I decided I was going to do it.  I was going to go running and get back into my routine, and nothing was going to stop me!  And I did run, and nothing did stop me.

Not to say things didn’t try to stop me.  Like my very first dust storm, which decided to blast me…I got a great facial and my esophagus is now as smooth as a baby’s bottom! 

I Google'd "running in a dust storm" and apparently this is not a popular thing to do...
but I did find this picture of an Arizona dust storm and I'm pretty sure this is what it must have looked like on my run...

And what’s with this awful humid, muggy weather? 

Cheers to my first mud-run…