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Olympic Hopes


Almost 3 weeks ago I began the process of training for an Olympic length triathlon. The next 12 weeks I will be living in the gym, just the way I like it. I am a bit nervous about this event. However, I am doing everything I can in order to prepare myself.

I found a schedule I like and with some tweaking have got it all set. I got through the first 2 weeks only missing two workouts. Not great, but not too terrible as one of those was due to a migraine. I did find my runs have been far from easy. They have been downright difficult, forcing me to even take walking breaks. This has not been at all encouraging as the run is the one event I am the most nervous about. I have added an extra day of running to the schedule. I hope this will help me be better prepared.

The swims, on the other hand, have been far easier than I expected. I was pleasantly surprised by this. Now my goal is to get my swim time down as I can complete the distance without a problem. This frees me to concentrate on those runs that are giving me such a difficult time.

And finally a quick update on the weight loss. Unfortunately, there is not much to report there. I have lost 95 pounds which is amazing. I see old pictures of myself and I don’t even recognize the person in them. However, I have only lost just less than 4 pounds this year. THIS YEAR!

It’s June. What is going on here? I’m not quite certain but it is aggravating. I understand the scale is not the only measure. I am in the best shape of my life, my clothes fit loosely, and I feel amazing. Many of my coworkers have mentioned I am looking thinner. These are all amazing signs.

However, when you set a goal for yourself and work so hard to achieve it only to stall this close to the end? It’s maddening! I would like to eventually hit my goal of 135. However, at this point I would settle for simply getting to a total of 100 pounds lost. I understand what I have accomplished is no small feat. But I haven’t hit my goal and that leaves me frustrated, especially since I have worked so hard and come so far.

Despite this rant, I really do try to not let it get me down. I just keep working at it hoping I’ll eventually get there. Just gotta keep moving.


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