Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I'm not sure what exactly to write about right now. Yesterday when I wrote, about half way into my writing is when I figured out what my point was. So today I am going to just start and see where this goes.
Today I pushed myself at the gym to do some high intensity sprints. As usual, my real sweat started at about 10 minutes. I was quick-walking at 4.3 and then sprinting for a minute at 9.5. It's really fast, even for me. I have long legs and all, but I have really been noticing lately that my legs aren't as firm as I would like. Firm as in strong. When I'm sprinting, I feel like my legs are a little out of control. Sure, I am going super fast, but I also don't have the control that I want over my legs.
So my refined goal for my body is to run with 100% control. I want my legs to function perfectly when I push them to their max. I want my lungs to fill and empty with ease. I want to stomp my feet, pound the treadmill, and feel no bounce from my arms, butt, or back. I want my firm body to carry me where I go.
I want my mind to be free of thinking about food, free from calculating what I ate and how many calories it has and how many meals I have felt in the day. I want to live like a kid again, excited about food and eating, although I do not want the childlike hesitation for trying new foods. I love vegetables and would never go back in that area. I want to live each day to its fullest and not be burdened by my negative thoughts about my body and its relationship with food.