Tuesday, March 25, 2014
There are days when I have to fight myself to stay on track. Not the food so much, but the attitude and the exercising. I was feeling worn down, stressed out (tis the season for work to be crazy, fa la la la ...) and still in pain from last night at the gym. I was sort of moving into big focus mode at work when a colleague came in and told me to scram. She reminded me this was our old way of doing things, but now we owed it to ourselves to achieve better balance and not linger at work all night. So I scrammed.
I was so tired towards the end of my route, I was fighting to stay awake. A couple of face slaps and open window in the deep chill revived me enough. I took a cat nap in the parking lot of the gym before I went inside. I really thought about just going home, but thought about how I was not any more awake since I arrived, and I knew the gym would perk me up no matter how little I did as long as I did something.
Hit the rope first and knocked out around 2500 feet, leaving me with just 20,000 to go in the next week and a half to meet the challenge's end. I probably could have gone longer but stopped when my back started to hurt. I can pull another 2500 or so tomorrow and be slightly ahead of the game. I finished up with weights, which is the reason for the chipmunk arms as I type. I feel it all over, but I think my shoulders are taking the most heat at the moment.
My knees have been aching all day. Could be weather related since a little snow was drifting into town tonight. My mom used to tell me about all her weather related aches and I used to laugh it off as a kid. My mom would tell me, "people who make fun of their mother will have their hands sticking out of her grave." I would always reply that I would be the one waving. We would have a good laugh. It times like these that I miss my mom the most. :)
I am glad I pushed myself to get through the doors tonight. It would have been too easy to just go home. I didn't. Including tonight I have 13 days left til THIS challenge is over. Some things I am going to make, and feel like I hit a homerun. Others maybe not so much, but I am not going down without a fight. I am continuing on and trying to make that mark. Some days you hit it, and others well, there is always next time.
I am world's away from who I was when I started all this. I have a lot to be proud of and regardless of what happens with the numbers and how close I actually come, I am going to celebrate all my wins, because I deserve it. NO one take can my success from me. I got this.