Okay, I have the week off. I have a plan. I will torture myself Biggest Loser style for the week. Sounds like fun, right? I can burn 1800 calories everyday. Keep my eating under 1500 calories a day. By the end of the week I will have lost an unbelievable amount of weight, right? I know it's crazy. But you say crazy like it's a bad thing!

I got up this morning and took one child to baseball camp. I left the car parked at the field and started walk/running when I realized the child above had borrowed my garmin and hadn't charged it. So I walked to the house cause I knew that was 1.5 miles. I plugged in the garmin, took a pit stop, and headed out again. Good thing my droid has many programs that sort of take the place of my garmin. I had wanted to work out without music so my NIKE + also got to stay home. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and the voices in my head. I walked the entire time my son was in baseball camp, with the exception of 2 bathroom breaks. I made it 7 miles this morning. When it was time for baseball camp to be over, I made my way back to the car just in time. I logged my calories at that point and realized I was over half done. Thank you heart rate monitor for not allowing me to die even though you kept thinking I was going to according to your uncontrollable beeping.

After a nice lunch and rehydration, it was time for another baseball camp and another one to basketball camp. This time I drove to our "ranch". It has a nice caliche road that is 1.5 miles long. I started strong but it was much hotter than earlier and I used my water up quickly. I made my way to the back side of the land and was really sick. Without details, it was an emergency! I was also out of water and 1.5 miles from the car. I checked the water tanks to see if I wanted to take a chance with the cattle. Gross, not to drink but just to get in and cool off. I wasn't sweating at all and that's a bad sign. I decided to forgo the water tank and just make my way back to the car slowly. I finally remembered where some water was that I could drink from and I was revived. Got back to the car safely. At one point the flight for life came over me and I wondered if my husband had called 911 to come get me. I also had some flashbacks to movies and wished I had a mirror to flag them down! Just kidding, I wasn't that bad off.

I made it back home finally with enough time before camps were scheduled to be over to jump in an ice bath. The dog really wanted to join me but it was too cold for her or my screaming scared her away. Not sure which. I also had time for a regular shower. Go me!

I ended up with 10 miles, 2100 calories burned and so far have only eaten 700. I took an ice bath, iced my knees again, taken some anti-inflammatory medication and maybe a muscle relaxor. I hope to be able to stay awake through closing ceremonies tonight for baseball.

Not sure what tomorrow will hold but my mom has my daughter, both boys have camps again so I could take another day to torture myself. That is if I can get out of bed. I am sure the biggest losers have no problem with Jillian screaming in their ears. Wonder if I could pay my crazy neighbor to do it?