Goal weight: 195 lbs.
Today’s weight: 221 lbs.
After fighting off whatever crud my son had been trying to give me all weekend, I took my lungs out for a very cold run this morning. I drug them up and down the hills of my neighborhood. Surprisingly, they kept up. (I’m proud of my lungs and my immune system.) While I’d say that I’m not out of the woods yet, so far I’ve beat back the cooties my son had.
So how was the run? Well, the sky was dark and covered the earth with a gray blanket of clouds. Streetlights lit my path, leaving vast dark areas where I had to watch out for holes in the pavement. No sense of twisting an ankle. I practiced being mindful and in the moment. I mentally jotted down all the things I saw, heard and smelled. I attacked hills with confidence and energy. My mind was as engaged as my legs. While cold at first, my body worked up a sweat by the very end of the run. It was a great way to start the day.
My Garmin GPS watch said I did 3.59 miles. My lungs seconded my watch. Who am I to argue?
It all comes down to this: Today I’m wearing a shirt and a sweater that I bought last December (and haven’t been able to wear since last March.) That is progress I can believe in.
Awesome progress!