"I ran 31kms, what did you do today?" was the first thing that popped out of my mouth when I returned home and found Snickers laying in bed, petting Pyen Chi. I hadn't left for an early run, just a long run, but Snickers had slept in so late. He was convinced I was just joking and teased me, saying my short Polish legs couldn't have possibly carried me for so long and my Polish brain wouldn't have been so entertained to run so far....nice. He was right, to a certain extent but my legs proved to be stronger than my head because it had been a somewhat frustrating run.
I did my usual lap around the Dankook lake, a couple of laps actually, and then when the feeling of being a hamster stuck in one of those metal running wheels kicked in I decided to take a new path not yet ventured on by myself. Great idea, in thinking. The new path meant the mental distraction of a new scenery to look at and whatnot but, as it turns out, the new path was newer than just new to me. Parts of it hadn't been completed yet and other parts that had been completed were obviously made for the Sunday afternoon stroller, the person out for a nice nature walk and not a run dependent on covering distance and maintaining pace. Running the path meant having no option but to cross it several times and after running 18kms and then having to look down and focus on jumping rocks to cross a river or risk falling in the cold water, that's quite the task and quite the frustration too. Ended up turning around and heading back to Dankook lake, to do another few laps as a hamster stuck in a metal wheel.
But I did it. I said I would do it and I did it. I had made the mistake of giving in to an extra hour of cuddling instead of getting my butt out for a morning run on several occasions this week. I hadn't even clocked in a double digit distance total yet when I should have been waking up today to close to 30kms covered this week. And then, yesterday, I was sarcastically asked if I was going to make up for this week's lack of running in one shot and it got me thinking. So that's what I woke up to do today, get in my distance.
My legs felt fine after my run, it was my tummy that felt off. Upon finishing my run I walked through the Cheonan subways station to head home and I ended up running into one of my Hulkies. When I saw her I stopped, put my hands on her shoulders and blurted out "I think I'm going to puke". I never did but boy did I feel like I was going to!!!
My long run was then rewarded with a meal out at Wow's restaurant -- raw beef bibimbap. We did some light grocery shopping and then when we returned back at Hulk's Wow was waiting for us in the parking lot. He had seen my MapMyRun stats for today's run and wanted to talk to me about it. I got some big smiles for the distance of today's run but they were followed by some concerned frowns. I've been running a lot lately, with my Saturday long runs now getting up there in distance. They're no longer the 13kms or 15kms runs like they used to be but instead are 21kms and 31kms runs. My running mixed with my boxing and weight training have been having quite the effect on my body, so much so that I even insisted Snickers call the InBody machine man because my InBody results seem so off to me than what I am used to. One of my fitness goals has been to get down to 16% body fat; I am now at 14%. My legs have really leaned out to the point were my training leggings are no longer form fitting tight, I am constantly having to pull them up during training, and my tush doesn't fill out the backside of them. I also have lost a lot of "material" up top so I've started to wear two sports bras because just one is too loose to wear. And they're Korean sports bras to boot, so you know they're not exactly big to start off with.
I am stronger than I was before Thailand but I feel as if I am half the size now. I have to look at the humour in it all though, the irony, because back when I first came to Korea my pants waist size was a 32 and I couldn't find a pair of pants that my tush could fit into properly. It was a matter of either the waist would be OK but the legs would be too tight or the legs would be good but the waist would be too big. Now I don't have the ghetto booty I flew over here with and I miss it. Yesterday I got professionally fitted for pants. I am now a 26 waist...so I bought a 27 waist pair of pants, just because I don't want to be this small. I feel as if the older I get the more and more by body is becoming rather girlish and not in the sense that it's becoming more feminine, that's definitely not it, but that it's become more girl-like young. I had a very curvy mother and that's what I have always had in my mind, that a woman's body is to have curvy hips, curvy legs, and "volume" up top. I used to have that but now I feel like I've gone back to my pre-pubescent body, back when my friends were wearing push up bras and I was just wearing an undershirt. Snickers teased me about this today because he's notice it too. He said I was the "female Benjamin Button"... hahaha.
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