So last night, I had a conversation with my best friend and our newest friend at the bar. Well actually in the parking lot. It got me thinking about how absolutely miserable I am about my body. (and if you read this 'newest friend'- please don't apologize- this is not your fault, it is mine) And how it's going to change in the coming months, and how excited I am for that transformation- I love the feeling of movement, of stressing my muscles, and knowing I am a strong person. Endorphins perhaps? It's still very cold out today, but really sunny, so I'm going to go for a walk/ run. The first outdoor action towards the race.