Thursday, June 06, 2013
My 'jogging in the morning' streak ended at two days. Not for lack of want. I woke up this morning, ready to go outside and find my bliss. When I stepped on the scale, my eyes focused themselves on a new low. 172.8 lbs. I was overjoyed and ecstatically pumped my fists.
Then I decided to stay indoors.
Let me explain. I love cardio. I love seeing my weight get lower and lower. I will freaking throw a huge party if I can get to my current goal weight. However, I'm not overly concerned with my weight at this time. I'm in the healthy range for the first time in my life, so I'm focusing now on toning and tightening.
It's sort of a weird feeling. I spend this whole journey thinking LOSE WEIGHT!!!! And now, my only thought is getting things to not jiggle. I would love to have more definition in my arms (and to lose those flabby wings) and for my inner thighs to not keep waving to and fro after my legs have stopped (I know you know what I'm talking about). My belly has major tightening up to do on the horizon.
I'll do the jogging three mornings a week, but the other two will be spent working on core and strength training exercises. I'll get my hikes in on Saturdays and/or Sundays to keep training for the Rugged Maniac. But I need to focus on all areas as opposed to one three-digit number.
Let's face it, that number itself doesn't do this journey any justice. It doesn't show the blood, sweat and tears that we've experienced. It doesn't show the exuberance or disappointment we've faced.
That number doesn't define my journey anymore. My dedication, grit and determination do.