Clark gave us a nice Valentine’s Day gift this morning: More core work! He’s kind of like Cupid, except instead of wearing a diaper and shooting heart-like arrows, he wears a sweatsuit and punches you in the gut. But either way, you can’t help but feel the love.
We ran a lot today. That’s OK. We have a 5K coming up at the end of the March and the more speed work I can get in, the merrier. I’ve been making the treadmill go faster than required so I can work on my heart rate and speed. For example, when C
lark says, “Go 7.0 mph, I push it to 7.5 mph.” Sure, it won’t make me a Kenyan. But every little bit helps. I’m not a racehorse. I’m a Clydesdale. But I intend to be a fast Clydesdale.
One of the greatest enemies of greatness is saving a little in the tank. I catch myself doing that sometimes during an exercise. I think, “I have treadmills next, I need to make sure I am ready for it.” I’ve decided to quit looking ahead and to push myself the best I can on every exercise. It’s the only way to get better. Getting to the next level requires nothing less than giving your all at all time.
I weighed 205 lbs. this morning. I’m not losing weight as rapidly as I’d like. But for comparison, I got married at the age of 25. I was 175 lbs., wore a size 36 waste and a size 12 wedding ring. Today I am 45, I weigh 205 lbs., have a size 34 waist and my wedding ring is loose. I’m leaner than I was 20 years ago. Now, I want to lose some more weight, don’t get me wrong. But I am thrilled at where I am physically. And if my physical is strong, my mental isn’t far behind.
I just wished I had been in this good of shape when I played football.
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