Call me Lil' Wayne, cuz I'm weezy

I felt inspired tonight. Inspired to try a nice, easy run around the loop in the center of town. I was slapped in the face by my out-of-shapeness.

The 1.6 miles took me about 20 minutes to finish. Not cool. It's the first time I've run outside in a long time, though, and I always forget how much the wind messes with my long hair and how much effort it takes to keep upright. But. Now that I can feel that route out -- and I know that two laps is just over a 5K -- I have a goal. I was thinking about doing a 5K in two weeks. We'll see.

When I went down to visit my friend Caroline the weekend of April 24 and 25, I stepped on her fancy electronic scale to see how much I weighed. I'm back up to 155. Very not cool. I was at 145 last year. I'm back to being 20 pounds from my goal. Ugh.

I'm thinking of changing gyms. My old one is way too far from where I live now, but there's one just down the road called Pay As You Go Fitness. Could be beneficial to me. But yeah. I'm ready to do this again. Even though my run sucked, I liked doing it. I want to get better. I want to be better again.