Taking Shape

It’s harder now. Takes longer. Never thought I’d say it.

To work up a sweat.

Already feeling it. Down one for sure. Pant size that is.

The scales don’t lie either. Thirteen pounds to date.

Happy? YES!

Better then that. I feel taller. I feel proud.

Training (cycling), cross-training (running), yoga, meditation and Weight Watchers. It’s working.

There's never enough time to do exactly what I wish for. As long as I keep consistent I tell myself. Then I'm doing OK.

Although tonight when I threw the gym bag on the bench my only thought was Executive (sauna and shower). 
Bag the run in the rain.

Then I sat and contemplated that further.

Yesterday was a nothing day. Monday awash (one of the pitfalls of living on a boat. When there’s a windstorm – you don’t sleep).

Someone walked in. The guilty pang went off.

I got changed. Decided I’d do whatever I felt like when I got going, distance wise.

Truthfully I wanted to cave. Eat dinner. Go to bed. Bag the homework.

Once geared up (for rain and wind) I did the right thing.

Hit the bike for a warm-up, did the stretches, push-ups and core. Then I headed outside for my run.

Injury prevention is huge for me. I plan to go the distance. The Enbridge Ride to Conquer Cancer Challenge Course which is 320kms of cycling over two days in June.

Decided on a different route tonight. Read somewhere it’s good to change things up.

Before I knew it I was 20 minutes in. Slow. But steady.

Then the tunes got real good. Somehow my feet got lifted. I was pumping. Power strikes. Half-way there.

The boot to the finish felt sweet. I dialed 42:27.

You never regret going. You only regret when you don’t go.

Feels so good.

Taking shape.