Cookies the Key to Success?!

If you happen to have a drum, find some sticks and give me a drum roll, because I accomplished something HUGE today. But before I blow your mind, let me set the stage...

It is a dreary, rainy Tuesday. I am officially back to school tomorrow. I use this morning as my last break morning to sleep in. I roll outta bed around 9, have some coffee (I love you, Coffee), eat some cereal, and then jump in the shower. I have to weigh-in today, and I want to get to the Learning Post store before my appointment.

After my shower, I jump in the car (it is pouring) and make my way to WDM. I get what I need at the teacher store, and on my way out, I manage to run through what feels like a small pond in the parking lot. Great. Now my shoes and socks are wet.

I finally get to my weigh-in and lay it down with honesty. This has not been my best week. I'm stress eating and it's not gonna be good. On the bright side however, I have kept up with my exercise every day. Too bad that exercise doesn't erase the damage I've done =( I'm up a little over 2 lbs. Booooo!

So now I feel bad (and hungry) so I go to Target on my way home and get a 6 count bag of Target bakery monster cookies- cuz, geez, that'll make me feel better about myself...NOT! I proceed to eat 4 and then top it off with a banana (WTF?) and call it "lunch". Clearly, this did not make me feel better.

Soooo, I head to the gym for my workout. (Side note: I was gonna get up early and do it before my weigh-in, but the alarm rang, and I told it to fuck off.) It is a running day and the 1st day of week 5 training for 5K. The schedule for today is to do 40 min of run 5, walk 3, repeat. I start off with my 5 min warm-up walk, then get into it. I ran 5, walked 3, ran 5 walked 3. Then all of a sudden, something (4 cookies?) came over me. I decided to just keep running. I swear it was Forrest Gump style. It's like my leg braces came off and a little girl was in my head yelling in a slow-motion voice, "Ruuuuuun, Kaaaaaatie! Ruuuuuuun!"

I ran for 20 minutes straight- no stopping. I have NEVER done this in my ENTIRE life! I remember running for 6 minutes in junior high (only because Mrs. Hart mad me) and for 15 minutes when I started this whole running thing, but never 20 minutes.

So that leads me to the following question: Are cookies the key to running? Granted, they are sitting like boulders in the bottom of my stomach, but could the sugar have given me treadmill superhero powers? Stay tuned...