I'm going to start with the good news because I'm really proud of it.
When I was little, they told me (and my parents) that I had hip dysplasia. They wanted to put me in the Forrest Gump leg braces, but my parents refused. A few years ago, I had a mild stress fracture in my hip and x-rays showed that I do not and never did have hip displaysia. All these years I *knew* that my body "couldn't" run properly... and I found out that it could, so I I decided to work on that. And yesterday my practice really paid off.
Yesterday I ran a 5k and I set my personal best time! In fact, I think I beat my previous best from 3 years ago by about a minute. I don't have the official time yet, and there was no tracker in my race bib, so I'm not sure what to expect. I know it took me about a minute to reach the start line after the horn went off, and I know I hit the finish line at 39:55. My time to beat was 39:52 from 3 years ago. It's not the best time--probably middle of the pack for my age group (30s)--but it's my best time.
Now for the less-good-news. Back on Oct 10th, I posted a weight that I was really proud of. It was unofficial and my Withings scale just sends my number every day. But it was within 2 lbs of my goal, with 2 weeks to go. I knew I could do this.
A week later, the batteries in the scale died. On replacing them, my weight went up immediately by 2 lbs. So did my roommate's. So what I thought was so awesome... wasn't. I missed this month's weigh-in by 4.2 lbs.
The November weigh in is the one that I absolutely MUST make, because we have to maintain (at least) in the last month to prevent unsafe sprints at the end. So, this month, I need to drop 6.2 lbs. I'm aiming for 6.4 just to make it a nice whole number. It can be done, but it's going to be tougher than I'd like to admit to.
At least I have fresh batteries. Grrr...