This morning I woke up when my husband got up to go to the bathroom. That little fit broad that lives inside of me, told to get up and go. Yesterday morning I was supposed to have todays motivation…but it didn’t exactly happen that way.
I laid my clothes out on Thursday night, even set my alarm. (set my alarm to work out??? When did I become this crazy person???) I got up, played on my phone a bit then lost all motivation to do anything but go back to bed. I did manage to get all my crops planted and send a few planes on Township. (an ongoing obsession…don’t judge)
Today, I didn’t even look at my phone. No. I take that back. I did look at my phone, only to check to see if there was a deposit in our bank account. We have been waiting since February for Duane’s SSDI back pay. They apparently are in no hurry to get it to us. You can’t just tell a person, hey you will be getting 7-9k sometime. We have had this money spent a hundred different ways in our heads. Needless to say. It wasn’t there. Again. I just didn’t wanna be walking around some stupid track with a bunch of money in the bank. (This is why I live the way I do. I like to spend money!!!)
I threw my workout clothes on. My shirt was a little snug and I debated on changing it as I can’t stand a tight shirt. Not that it bothers me much. It’s a self conscious thing. I don’t want to be that girl anymore. Instead…I kept the shirt on, as motivation. This is why I keep doing this. This is why I skip dessert. (most of the time). This is why I count my calories and think about everything I put in my body. This is why I set that alarm. This is why I get up and “do it”.
The last several weeks, I have been walking around town rather than the track. We have had a dog problem and the last time I was out early in the am, I had my Ipod on and I couldn’t even hear this dog barking at me. He could have ripped my whole face off before I knew he was there. Needless to say, it did get me moving a bit faster.
I was the first one at the track this morning. As I got out of my car, an older couple pulled up. I, being my typical cheery self, said “GOOD MORNING!!!”. Now either they snubbed me completely or their “Good Morning” was not as perky as mine. Either way…they were not happy to be there with me. (just a sense) After a couple laps…they left.
I was later joined by an older lady. I see this lady out walking a lot while I am out. She looked to be maybe 70 or so. (but I am horrible at guessing age…she could have been 90). She followed me around the track a couple times. I turned my head to keep an eye on her. (I was not about to be passed by a 90 year old woman) At some point she passed me on the inner lane (I always walk the outer). She startled me at first cuz I was in a Jason Aldean “The Truth” concert all by myself for just a moment. When she first passed me, I started to walk faster (again…she had several years on me). Then I thought, she is in the inner lane, just let her go. I wasn’t feeling up to racing this sweet little thing. After she got about 10-15 feet in front of me. She started doing arm exercises and I giggled at first as I would never do this out in public for all the world to see. She didn’t care. She did it anyway. I then looked at the varicose veins in her legs and the speed she was going and I thought. How absolutely wonderful. Why can’t everyone do this at her age? At 70, my Mom could only walk short distances without becoming short of air and complaining of leg pain.
I knew right then and there. This was gonna be me. I want this to be me. I need this to be me. At that moment, my arms started hurting as well. I was on my 2nd mile and they were just kinda hanging there. So I followed her lead. A couple laps later, she walked off the track. I didn’t see her go to her car and I wondered what she was doing. When I got to the gate I looked over at her to make sure she didn’t collapse or something. Would you believe she was stretching? I smiled at her and picked up my pace. Got a couple more laps in then poured myself into my car and went home.
Current Weight: 176