Pants Pants Pants

About 6 months after I moved to England, I got a job at a department store.  A girl in the department next to mine used to use the word "pants" in a different way than we do here.  She'd say things like "that film was pants," in much the same way we would say "that movie sucked."

Well, today I'm saying PANTS.  But these pants don't suck.  These pants are great.  They are brick red, and they fit, and they make me feel better about myself.  The waist isn't too tight, they accommodate my butt, and they're a snazzy color.  I call that a WIN.  Yay for pants!!!

I did not run yesterday.  I was feeling weird in the afternoon and very very tired.  I'm beginning to think I have some kind of deficiency.  The tiredness is absolutely ridiculous.  So, tonight I'm ignoring the tired.  I brought gym clothes to work with me, and intend to change into them at 5pm.  Then I'm going to the gym, where I will do run/walk intervals for an hour.  After that, I will do homework, and then have an excellent night's sleep. 

Here I am, in my new shirt.  Sadly, you cannot see the pants.

I am feeling pressure about the upcoming Baltimore Half.  I'm worried I will fail.  Then I remind myself that I have another month to train and I already did more than 8 miles in a long run.  If I can do 8 miles, I can do 13.1.  I just need to keep pushing myself and not lose heart. 

I love my new pants, but I am hoping they will soon start to be a little loose on me.