Or maybe it was 11.
You may think I'm joking but sadly, I am not. And 6 of those 10 or 11 cookies was at bedtime. Bedtime. The absolute worst time to eat anything much less 6 chocolate chip cookies with frosting.
I stepped on the scales this morning and realized that those 11 cookies had already translated themselves into extra poundage. Apparently while I was sleeping soundly, those cookies were working hard, making their way to my rear end and my muffin top.
So this morning I decided to run as fast as I could for three miles. I guess this was my attempt to outrun those 11 cookies.
And according to my fancy Garmin watch I ran the first mile in 10:20, the second mile in 11:25 and the third mile in 11:16 making my average pace 11.05.
This summer I was running a 12 - 13 minute mile but when the kids went back to school, I decided if I ever wanted to run a 10k I needed to start running faster. So that has been my focus for the last few weeks.
And this morning, I ran my fastest yet! Under 11 minutes for a mile. And my knees aren't screaming.
Not bad for an old lady who likes cookies.
Perhaps I should have more tonight?
|This little cookie looks so innocent, doesn't it?|