Goal weight: 195 lbs.
Last night my sons and I ran 3.15 miles. We are entered in the Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta in July. I have a lot of work to do with them to get them ready. They ran strong — my middle son (who has P.E.) is a little more ready than his older brother. But his older brother is a good athlete; I know he’ll be ready in time. But most what’s most important is this — we had a good time. And because of that, I can say it was probably the most important thing I did all day yesterday.
The alarm clock this morning was ruder than a grumpy NY taxi driver. I turned it off and started to drift back off to dreamland. But before I could, something pushed my left foot down to the floor. Maybe it was me not wanting to be 248 lbs. again. Maybe it was — gasp — self discipline. Whatever the case, I got up and got ready to hit the road. (hopefully not literarily — my knee still hurts from me face planting onto the asphalt last week).
It was a good run. I went into another neighborhood and chose a little different route. My legs were very tired — from last night’s run and from my lack of sleep lately. So the first three miles were slow. But after a while, I began to feel more comfortable on the hills and picked up my pace. There was a cool southern breeze that offered slight resistance and welcome relief from the summer-like humidity. I’ve noticed the last few runs have felt like someone is smothering me with a wet blanket. Summer is here. (my heart rate is usually ten beats a minute faster when I sweat a lot.).
As I finished up, I noticed the eastern sky beginning to lighten up. Light was winning it’s daily battle against the dark. And at that point, I knew today was going to be amazing.
I appreciate your drive and hard work. Prayers that you will continue to be the best you can at all you do.