I smiled thinking about the conversation that I shared with Sandra & Lori earlier in the baseball season. There is a new term that describes the roll of fat that hangs over a girl’s low-rise pants, especially if the pants are a bit too snug. “Muffin tops” are cropping up all over the area.
I pulled the top off my cornbread muffin and shoved it into my mouth. Then I grabbed my workout bag to head out for my run. I don’t want anyone thinking of muffin tops when they look at my waistline.
I had 8-miles scheduled for my run today. Even though I did Yasso 800s last night, I couldn’t very well be out for an extended period of time. I programmed my GPS for a Virtual Partner run. My VP would be running 8 miles at 8:47/mile pace. My job was to beat VP.
Without my iPod, I began the workout showing the average lap pace. As the miles clicked away, one by one, I focused on keeping my pace for each mile faster than 8:47. Some miles were easy, while others were more work to keep the pace. The “You Win” message showed on the screen as I ran into the parking lot of my work. I’d logged another successful training run.
Back at my desk, my soup and the rest of my muffin waited. I ate the soup and then took a bite of the rest my muffin. It didn’t taste as good as the crunchy top did. I threw it out – again, I was thinking of my waistline from the dreaded “muffin top.”