I really love chocolate. I want to eat some.
Fortunately, I tried to run 5 miles this morning and it was horrible. HORRIBLE. I don't know if I am just that out of shape, or if it was because it was 22 degrees, or if the 4 layers of clothes slowed me down or what, but it sucked big time. Feeling so awful on a run does not make me want to eat garbage.
I'm sticking to the plan and trusting that getting all the crap out of my body plus my speed work will be worth it in 6 weeks when I do my race because running 5 miles right now is torture. (how's that for a run on sentence?)
Can't wait for dinner - Dominican rice and beans.