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Breaking news!!

There's a strange yellow light coming from the sky - the locals are worried, they're running for cover!!

This local will just be running - soaking it all in until it goes away again!

In other news - measurements were taken last night:
Arms - 14.5 (-1")
Bust - 42 (-1")
Waist - 34.5 (-1")
Hips - 46" (no change)
thighs - 26" (-1")
calves - 18" (no change)

so slowly things are starting to change - I haven't lost many pounds...but the inches are changing!

And in final news - tomorrow is a 5K - the Susan G. Komen Run here in Seattle. I'm running with a team from my work which after this week's layoffs, is slightly ironic. I know that several from out team are now laid off. Hopefully they still come run with us! Most of the team is doing the walk - I'm hoping to break through 35 minutes for a 5K. Someday I want to run a sub 30 minute 5K but without more speed training (well - ANY speed training truth be told) it won't happen.

So - sunshine, NSV, and running - that's MY day!

How's yours?!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

I woke up to that yellow thing shining in my eyes and thought someone was shining a flashlight in my face for a second, lol. Its goregous here today, barely even any wind! Perfect day for a little ferry ride across the water... which is just what I'm gonna do after I go work for a few hours.

Congrats on your measurements!
Lesia said…
That is exciting NEWS!
PJ Geek said…
Woo hoo! So glad you are doing the 5 K and good luck on time. I'm hoping the laid off workers are there--they probably need the connection and the joy of a race. I just had a bad dream about the time I was laid off. It really breaks your spirit for a while.
Mad Woman said…
So YOU stole my sun! It's been pouring rain here all day with no signs of letting up anytime soon. *sigh*

Those measurements are looking good!!

Good luck in the 5K!

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