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Summer is coming and I am itching to wear this outfit to run by the lake!!

I found a new fun app uh oh

I was curious to see how many miles I ran in 2017 and was floored when I saw my total mileage. 98.7 mi. - and that’s not even including my 15k and my 10k, and I’m sure there were times when I didn’t track my runs that could be missing from this number. But holy SHIT. I’ve had a difficult time admitting to myself and others that I’m a runner, because if you’d have told me even just a year ago I’d log 100+ miles in one year, I’d have laughed in your face. But I think this just sealed it for me. Look ma, I’m a runner now! Here’s to more miles and new goals in 2018!! (at Chicago, Illinois)

AM I COACHELLA YET? Is this how you Coachella?? #coachella #thisisnothowyoucoachella #whatiscoachella #siriwhatiscoachella #owl (at Rogers Park, Chicago, Illinois)

The left picture may be from June, but the progress you see in the right photo all happened in the last month - I conquered the 30 Day Shred and am super pleased with the results. WHAT SHOULD I DO NEXT? What's your favorite workout DVD? Please send suggestions!

Getting back into a regular workout routine got me like:

Today I got kicked out of the gym because the shirt I was wearing showed too much of my "midriff". I was approached by a young woman who told me that her boss asked her to confront me, and that I needed to put on a t-shirt, or I would have to leave. I am going to assume her boss is a man who didn't want to come off as pervy, or just didn't have the balls to talk to me himself. Or maybe he was too embarrassed and trying to conceal the boner he obviously got from seeing my exposed lower back. (Sarcastic face emoji.) This gym has a dress code that is in place for reasons of "hygiene" and to prevent the accelerated wear of equipment. I don't know much about equipment wear-and-tear, but I know that my back wasn't touching the elliptical machine I was using before they prematurely terminated my workout. I wanted to tear my shirt off and run out of the place topless, swinging my shirt above my head like a lasso, crying out like Xena Warrior Princess. My boyfriend confronted the young woman, proclaiming that it was bullshit that I needed to cover up before continuing my workout. Although I knew he was right, I really like this facility and didn't want to cause a scene that would prevent me from being allowed back for future workouts, so I kept my shirt on, and begrudgingly left as requested. I have read stories and articles about the objectification of the female form, but I have never experienced it first hand. I am not a rule breaker. In fact, I was aware of the dress code when I chose to wear this particular "revealing" article of clothing, thinking there was nothing controversial about the lower back. Whether or not this "dress code" is legit, I couldn't help but feel like I was removed from the vicinity so that the poor defenseless jock-types could pick things up and put them down without my super-sexual exposed lower back to distract them. I'm not saying I was severely mistreated, nor am I asking for your pity in this situation. I just want to express my frustration. If you need me, I'll be the one in the turtle neck at the gym.

So, I've been idle for a very long time. Haven't posted in forever. I've gained most of my lost weight back and am back at square one. But my boyfriend and I are going to the gym every day and tracking our caloric intake. Hoping this sticks and we can make it a lifestyle and not a quick fix.