This is the sixth week of Round 3 of 12WBT. It's my 18th week and after a bit of a lull, I seem to have my mojo back. I think my inner teen was raging against going straight from one round into the next with no time to "treat" myself or have a "break" from the program. My back problem made my inner grumpy old woman complain that I was really too old to be doing all this silly stuff like trying to run.
What has kept me going is Mish's voice in my head saying JFDI. Every day my new thinness brings a new surprise. I am beginning to wonder when I will become used to this new body I am in. At first it was being able to bend and tie my laces while being able to take a breath. Then it was being able to climb stairs and be able to breathe. Now it's the feel. A pointy elbow. My biceps starting to have some definition. My shoulder blades hitting against a chair back. My 40 plus pound overcoat has gone and no treat or break is going to be better than that. In 1.4 kilos I will weigh less than I have for 20 years. It's usually at this point, just slightly about my healthy BMI, that I fall out of the weight loser zone and the coat starts to creep back on.
There seems to be no sign of that happening this time.
Tonight I ran just under 5 kms in around 35 minutes. It wasn't non stop. I didn't push myself really hard. I felt light on my feet and comfortable most of the time. As I was running I thought, I can't wait for how good it's going to feel when there is even less of me to carry.
