I realize 26 months is a strange number but I have a few things to report.
- I can zip up my racing suit again. I haven’t been able to zip it up all the way, let alone sit down in it when I do, in years. Now I can zip it up, sit in the race car and actually race without breaking the zipper. Yay fire protection!
- My wedding ring now falls off my finger if I’m not careful. I didn’t realize this was really even possible but evidently it is. I need to get a ring guard or have it sized down if I don’t want to lose it.
- I think I like jogging. I got on the treadmill yesterday for the first time in probably six months and didn’t hate it. Not only did I do something other than walk fast, I actually managed to jog for a solid five minutes. It’s nothing like running a marathon but you have to realize I probably haven’t jogged for more than 30 seconds in 20 years. I wasn’t out of breath, I didn’t have shin splints and I felt like I was in the zone. It was work but I didn’t feel like I was going to die; it felt good. Maybe that’s the why all those people run so much?
- I’m only eight pounds away from my intermediate goal. That’s eight pounds away from skydiving baby…. yeehaw!