Can you believe this? No 90-degree temperatures are predicted for the next six days!
A lovely cold front whipped through here yesterday afternoon, sending the humidity way down and plunging evening temperatures into the 50s. It was heavenly to walk outside and not feel like you've stepped into a sauna.
I was supposed to do a short, easy run yesterday, but Mr. Shrinking Knitter and I were out the door and on our way to town fairly early. The next couple Fridays are also not going to work out, but I don't mind doing a short run the day before the Sunday long run. And I also will – yes, I will! – do a weight-training session.
After which, it's all-football, all-the-time. Since I'm originally from Ohio, I root for the OSU Buckeyes. And since I've transplanted to West Virginia, and since Mr. Shrinking Knitter went to med school at WVU, I've adopted the Mountaineers, as well. They're ranked third in the country as the season begins, so our hopes are high.
We bought a new scale that calculates body fat yesterday. I'm appalled and dismayed to learn that mine is 40 percent, which is way more than obese. If that's not an incentive to lift more weights, I don't know what is. I'm going to try to check that figure only once a month.
I'd really thought that running 15-plus miles a week for almost a year would have resulted in a lower percentage. Seeing that number, after eating an average of 800 calories a day and running 19 miles and gaining two pounds was the dictionary definition of 'adding insult to injury.'
I guess I don't have a 25-pound stomach tumor after all. Heh.