A lot has happened since I was last on here. I thought I could keep up while in Columbia, but it hasn't happened. My uncle did lose his fight to cancer. He isn't suffering anymore and for that I am thankful. My dad isn't doing so great with this loss and I worry about him. I've been working out harder in order to try and relieve stress. It's been helping. Here are some highlights since I last wrote...
One bright Saturday, Michael says, "When we first started working out you said you don't like to look in the mirror?" "Yep, that's what I said." "That must mean you don't like other people to look at you." Please know he is saying this and walking toward the door. "Today you're going to run outside so everyone can see you." I'm not going to type in here what went in through my head because my mom reads this blog, but it wasn't church words if you know what I mean. I ran, lunged, did some other things that I've seen in football movies and then did a series of lunges and pushups (5 lunges...drop do a push up...repeat). I have to say that by the end I was more concerned about dying of a heart attack than the people driving up and down the highway watching me. I had suspected before, but on this day I became sure that Michael was in my head! SCARY!
Last Sunday, Michael said, "You're going to run for five minutes." However, once I got on the treadmill he changed it to a mile. He stood right beside me, I stopped twice to walk and try and keep my lungs from exploding, but I ran a mile. Almost a week later and I am still shocked, but I'm also really proud. My homework assignment was to run at least three miles during the week. I posted my accomplishment on Facebook. My trainer decided it was such an accomplishment that I should do four miles...seriously? Make up your mind...then my sister posts that we should run an annual 5k we do every October. Her thought is that if i am running a mile now, in July...then in October I'll be able to do three. Well...you know who saw this post??? Yep, Michael the trainer and he thought it was a GREAT idea. On Monday, I called my sister and said, "So when are you going to start running?" She started laughing and said she had just thought of that that morning. We'll see if she'll be running with me or not...it's my new goal.
One of my roommates in Columbia has been coming up with strategies for things I could do to be able to tell that I'm getting smaller. She can totally tell. However, this week I have been able to tell a difference for sure. And more importantly??? I walked out of the bedroom this morning, dressed to go interview my superintendent and my husband said, "Wow!" i thought he was watching tv...nope...today he said, "I can see it now. I can really see how much you're losing." Might I say it made me more than a little bit happy. I'm totally doing this for the health benefits and the way it makes me feel, but when your husband notices...it makes you feel even a little bit better!
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