A 70-year-old lapped me today
Monday, September 24, 2012
I usually don't workout on Sundays but after eating a funnel cake and Navajo Taco and drinking beer yesterday at the fair, I knew I needed to get right back out there again. I also wanted to break-in my new shoes. I'm not really a believer in "making things up" because I feel this is real life and I have to learn to deal with things like state fairs, vacations, parties and other celebrations but mentally I needed to exercise today.
I went to my sister's to watch the games but I took my shoes so I could get in a walk while I was there. My mom joined us at my sister's and had brought her tennis shoes too in case I wanted to walk (how lucky am I that I have a mother who is willing to exercise?). We headed out to a dirt course near my sister's house that goes around the outside of a very large private school. The entire course is just over three miles I believe. The kicker is that it has massive hills. Kick-you-in-the-ass kind of hills.
My mom and I were on a downward slope when I look to my right and see this 70 something woman coming up on us. She was jog-walking. She was wearing polyester pants, a blouse and some slip-on tennis shoes but the look on her face. She was not messing around. I made a joke to my mom that we better speed up because the old lady was passing us. We laughed and kept walking at my same slow speed.
Now even just a few years ago seeing this old woman fly past me would have made me so upset and I would have felt pretty pathetic. I would have started saying "You'll never be good. You'll never get to that point. You can't do this." and on and on and on. But that little voice didn't even come up at all. I didn't even have to stop it. It just wasn't there.
It was then I had an epiphany.
Losing weight as a 40-year-old is so much harder physically but so much easier mentally. I'm so much more comfortable in my own skin and more accepting of myself and my flaws. I've learned that it's O.K. to want more for myself and I DO want more for myself. And I felt some (definitely not all) of that anger slip away and I just felt good.
Bottom line is I love myself more than my younger self did and it feels damn good. No break-up, stressful day at work, activity, event or set-back is going to keep me from continuing forward. I'm not going to give up. It's not something I'm saying as a rallying point for myself, it's just something I realized today. I've learned, finally, how to go the distance. It was a lesson I had to practice in other aspects of my life before being able to apply it to this journey. Coming to this realization gave me joy.
So, I don't care if 70-year-olds lap me for the next two years, I'm not giving up.