So I in July I joined a Facebook page to walk/run 100 miles in a month. I didn't make it, but it was still motivating. I liked having a goal. Since I was also swimming and biking, I figured it was nearly impossible to get 100 miles on feet. So, for August I set the following goals:
Run/walk 60 miles
Swim 10,000 yards
Bike 100 miles
Lose 8 lbs
Drum roll please....
I didn't reach it. Here's what my month looked like:
Ran/walk 52 miles
Swam 5,000 yards
Biked---0. Zero!!!
Weight-- afraid of scales.
I know that compared to most of America, that was pretty good. Except I don't want to be like most of America. I want to do stupid triathlons. Why? Because they are fun, and exhilarating. Because when I cross a finish line, I feel invincible! It's a euphoric feeling that I just don't get when I'm on the couch eating nachos. Or in the car stopping at Baskin Robbins' drive thru.
Ah, this bipolar exercise/nutrition self. You can trust me with your life, and I would never steal a Percocet, but don't leave me alone with a cupcake.
Naturally it's easy and fun and narcissistic to post in Facebook when I nail the early morning swims or the long runs in the afternoon. Not nearly as much fun to post about the Taco Bell on the way home from work, or the fact that I skipped my run to lay on the couch and watch Breaking Bad (yes, I'm a year behind everyone).
So, it's only logical to keep the same goals for September. They are not hard goals. But I have to be consistent. The hardest things for me are: obviously, eating right, and exercising on the last days of my rotation at work. This past week I exercised days 1-3, and was lazy days 4-6. Today, day 7, I'm headed to the pool, to get my first swim of the month in.
It's a journey-- and I find I enjoy the journey more when I show up for swimming, biking or running.
So in September, I will reach the exercise goals. And my weight loss goal? Only a few pounds.
To see 258 or less. (Now that took a LOT of raw honesty.)
