Yesterday I explained why I missed the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Race in Charlotte, and I vowed that I would make up the 5k race today on my own. I almost had to postpone my make up again because at 11 last night I texted Carlton. Me: How are you? Him: Not good. Me: Do you want me to come back? Him: No.
Fast forward to 1:30 a.m. this morning…”Can you come?” So… I made my third trip to Flo-town in two days. From watching Carlton in pain, I hope I never, ever have kidney stones. I was worried that I would be too tired to run today, but it wasn’t so bad. Because I made the (re)commitment to run my 5k today, I sucked it up and came back home and ran this afternoon.
My only goal for this run was to finish. I haven’t gotten all the way through my second round of Couch to 5K, and the longest I’ve ever continuously run in my life is 30 minutes. Slow running + 30 minutes does NOT equal 5k, so I wasn’t really thinking that I would run the entire thing.
I mapped my run on MapMyRun.com, which I can’t post for you because it would lead all my rabid blog fans back to my apartment, but take my word for it that I was set to run 3.1 miles. I made a cheat sheet for myself because I can’t ever remember directions, and my route was taking me a little out of the way.

I'm really happy to live in a neighborhood with lots of trees, sidewalks and safety. (Public health service announcement, remember not everyone has that option.)
I had to extend my run through the ‘hood.

Ugh, I know. Scarrrry.
And by ‘hood I mean the Shandon neighborhood. It was actually a really nice route with not-so-busy streets, good weather and my sunny running disposition. Ok, I might have made that last one up, but I think the running gods smiled down on me today because it was a good run.
I got lost near the end and added a little more than half a mile to my run. How I “missed my turn” while on foot, I’m not sure. Maybe it is because I flew by it because I WAS STILL RUNNING. Yes, 50 minutes in, I was still running. Slow running, but running.
I’ve never run more than 2.5 miles, and today I ran 3.5 miles. I’ve never run more than 30 minutes before, and today I ran for 55 minutes. I wasn’t sure if I could really make my 5 mile goal that I set for myself, but today I realized that I could.
My thighs were pretty much on fire by the time I got home, and I’m sure I’ll be more sore than usual tomorrow but I feel like this was a really huge confidence boost for my running.

Me after my run making awful faces because I didn't want my neighbors to think I was a total freak show. I know it is super sexy hot, but please don't steal this picture for your Match.com profiles.
And the “Marie Claire Issue..”
For anyone who doesn’t follow a gaggle of healthy living bloggers on twitter, there was an article in Marie Claire this month (via Wearing Mascara) basically implying that a bunch of popular health and food bloggers have unhealthy, disordered obsessions with fitness and food.
It seems really clear to me that the writer did some lazy journalism and skimmed the top of the health blogger pool for some of the ones who are the most popular to pick on. Are there food bloggers or health bloggers that have unhealthy issues with eating or working out? Yes. Are the women mentioned in the story like that? Uh, no.
I think Jaclynlet made a good point on Twitter when she said that the author didn’t mention any of the bloggers who are really, clearly suffering with issues related to food and exercise. That would have been exploitive. But implying that these popular bloggers have those problems is just a way to sell magazines while firing at bigger targets.
Shock and scare tactics sell more magazines than healthy, feel-good, kumbaya stories about how many lives have been impacted positively from the healthy living blogger community. I’m not saying that the HL world is perfect. There are plenty of issues that don’t get talked about, but I think the way the author approached the subject is what made it so off-putting and hurtful.
Honestly, the article struck me as something a j-school student would write on deadline (shallow investigating, clear bias), not the caliber of “journalism” you would expect, even from a lady mag like Marie Claire.
Also, why are women who like working out, training, being athletic and competitive automatically branded as “disordered”? Are male athletes who train the same way automatically labeled this way?