Here's what's happened during that time:
- My resting heart rate has dropped about 20 beats per minute.
- I've lost about 40 p
ounds, and gone from a size 16/18 to a size 10/12. - I'm the 2007 Athena Champion in the Southwest Challenge Multipsport Series.
- I can now climb the stairs at work with ease. And chase down 8th-graders.
- There are far fewer days that I hate myself. In fact, I can't remember the last time I thought about it.
- I'm not afraid of leaving the house any more. I don't feel panicky when I'm in traffic. I just sing along with
Britney. I mean Bach. - My son, who used to whine to me about picking him up from the high school (2 miles from home) called recently to tell me not to bother giving him a ride to an appointment he had, as he had found out that it was only 8 miles away and he was going to ride his bike.
- What my mother charmingly referred to as my "apron," that vestige of child bearing, i.e. my middle. (Ew).
- Pack-rattedness.
- Truck stop nachos (as in: avoiding). They are my Kryptonite.
- FINISHING MY PAPER
- Finishing my Level 3 licensure dossier.
- Passing the National Counselor's Exam (more on this later)
- Getting to sleep earlier.
- Sticking to my training plans.
- Lowering my bodyfat/ratio.
In other news, I went to a new class at my gym. It's a "circuit" class that combines spinning and weighlifting for an hour. Then I did an hour of spin. The results, 24 hour later:
OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW.
My hammys hurt.
My quads hurt.
My arms hurt.
Am I gonna go back? You betcha!
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