I hope everyone is recouping from the holiday. Yesterday, as I stated, I was kicking tail at work. Why do you have to work twice as hard before and after a holiday just to take off? And then call it a holiday?
I worked a 12 hour day and got to bed way after my normal 10 pm. So when the alarm went off this morning at 4:45 am, I almost talked myself out of OBC. "This is not the real OBC, this is just a few workout days before REAL OBC start". "No one will know if you decide to just stay in bed and run later". I am my own worst enemy!!! "Get your behind up, with the first stitch of workout clothes on, you will be alert". Thank goodness my good side spoke up.
I am up and off to OBC. As I turn down the street, I am looking for the cars that welcome me. There I see my instructors in their black. I love my instructors. The head instructor (Dena) meets me with a hug and my new food diary. I love their food diary, I NEED their food diary. It makes me accountable.
There is a new group this morning, only a few familiar faces. I am happy for the new campers but I really wanted my group there. :-(. It is so weird how they become part of your daily life, like family.
We start up the d*#* hill. I know we are going to run that hill, ugh! "Today, let's try having positive thoughts about the hill" my good side tells me. "Okay, I love that hill". "I am going to make it up that hill!" I scream in my head. Hey, I am not the last one and I ran up the hill!!!! Yeah to me. Wait, we don't have to run all the way up? "I'm the woman, I'm the woman" I sing to myself as I am RUNNING down the hill to the stretches. Yeah, I am going to get to that workout area without stopping. No, walking for this ole gal. Hoorah as I channel Dena.
I am pushing through the stretches. "Who is the woman" I chant to myself. Then on to the field of exercise. Today we are working our lungs. Boy, do I need this part of my body worked out. I have never smoked, but my lungs act like it. Do you think being 52, almost 53, has something to do with it?
We are doing sprints, jumping jacks, jogging, push ups, sit ups. Quickly, we are moving through to the next set of exercises. And guess what? I am still jogging between each set. I am not fast but I am not walking. This is great. I AM going to be that size 4-6 again. At my age, my desired weight is probably too little. I read in Preventive magazine that when you are in your 50's you need a couple of pounds more for the fullness in the face. But honestly, I am not going to weigh.
All I care about is the size of the clothes and how I feel.
Til tomorrow my fellow readers......And remember, food journal....and "run Forrest run".
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