Fantastic Friday Run

Damn, I feel good.

I had a GREAT run ... beautiful day ... slight breeze ... rockin' tunes ...

Just feels fantastic.

Thank you Jesus for giving me a body that can move, for a heart that pumps life through my entire being, for muscles that are strong enough to carry me, for feet that are fast and lungs that expand with every breath of You. Thank you for the arms that sway to the music I hear, for my eyes to take in the beauty that surrounds me. I love you.

No Lane Love

Soooooooooooo ... I woke up before I had planned this morning.

Swim suit on.
Found keys to the car.
Drove to the Y.
Walked into the locker room and into the pool ...

And, all the flippin' lane lines were full ... some were doubled up already ... #$@%!?

Suck.

So I went to King Soopers and bought donuts instead.

Wait ... I didn't eat any ... just bought them for the kids.

I went to work and did the 12:15 spin class ... THEN ... I ran a 5K on the treadmill.

Feels awesome.

No lane love ... but plenty of other love was found.
I love me.
A lot.

Back at it ...

I had a great ride on Sunday ... 15 miles ... not too much, but to be out, on a beautiful day ... I really pushed myself hard and I feel good about it.

I did the Body Pump class today at the Y ... and ran when I came home.

Tomorrow morning I am swimming at 6am and I am taking a spin class at noon.

Got on a scale today at work ... was not good, knew it wouldn't be ... but I am back at it.

I'm doing it.

I've been wishy washy as of late about the Half Ironman race in August.

The race is 3 months from tomorrow.

I got a wonderfully encouraging email from a girl in my training group.

I'm doing it.

I can do it.

I can train.

I will make the time.

I will cross the finish line.

Why do I doubt my own strength?