I've been sick the last two weeks. It's almost completely totally gone. There are still a few coughs here and there, but I'm way better. The first week of that I didn't run; my lungs couldn't handle it, I didn't think. And the extra rest was good for the healing process. Last week I ran Monday and Tuesday and then was done for the week. I'm trying to change my schedule from taking Wednesday off to Friday off since I am usually out on Thursday nights and getting up on Friday is difficult after being out later. I'm an old man and go to bed between 9:30 and 10:30 on most nights. 11:00 at the latest.
I didn't run yesterday. This morning when my alarm went off, and maybe even last night when I went to bed my legs were screaming at me. "HEY YOU! WHY HAVEN'T WE RUN!? It's @$#(* time!" When I started really exercising last February one of my goals was to condition my body to want to exercise. I still don't like it or get any high from it or anything, but it had been too long since I'd run and my body knew it. And this morning I had a great run.
A month ago or so I had to buy new jeans because all the ones I had were too big. I got two new pairs and have been loving wearing them. I got some money from Mom for Valentine's Day and used it to get new adult pants (since I have to wear slacks to work). Slacks that fit well make one feel great, especially when they're a size smaller than one has worn in five years. For almost three years my weight goal has been 180, and I hit it last week or the week before. It's stayed down.
This morning I burned 664 cal while running 4.56 mi in 50 min. At the end of the run/beginning of the cool down my heart rate was 192. When I got out of the shower and got on the scale? 177.4! 180 has been my goal and now my goal is to stay between 175 and 180. And if I keep getting smaller, well, so be it. I'm really thankful for encouragement and support that people near and far, whom I've met and whom I haven't have given me. This has been friends, family, new friends, and people to whom I'm extremely close. Having a running buddy in Mexico helped me, too.
I think that our dieting in Mexico helped a lot, too. Controlled portion sizes. And I've noticed that I'm a lot more conscious of how much I eat now. I'm having a dance party in my room right now. I did a happy dance (literally this time, not just in my head) when I got off the scale. This is my weight low. I don't know the last time I weighed this little but it has to have been sometime in high school. I don't think I've worn 32s since middle school. It's a good day.
And any bishops reading this as a result of my bio that went out yesterday, I don't always just blog about myself. ;)