We are now starting week 11 of the Fittest Loser competition. I can’t decide if it feels like I’ve been doing this forever, or if it feels like I just started. Some days, my answer is different than others! Today, it feels like a loooong 11 weeks. I am TIRED.
My new schedule requires training every single weekday morning with Michelle. Three days a week, it’s just the two of us. Two days a week, I go to her boot camp class. On Saturdays, I go to a different boot camp. On Sundays and evenings, I am supposed to do cardio on my own. I say “supposed to” because some nights (like, say, tonight) find me in my PJs at 6:30 p.m. because I am absolutely exhausted.
On top of my crazy schedule, Jon is in school until 10:30 p.m. three nights a week. I stay up to give him a hug and say good night, meaning I sleep from 11 p.m. until 4:15 a.m. most nights. NOT.ENOUGH.FOR.THIS.CRABBY.WOMAN.
Anyway, this crazy schedule would be all worth it if it was reflecting on the scale. However, it is not. I lost one tiny little pound this week. I am blaming it on hormones, as the weigh-in day fell on a very bloated day of the month. Regardless of the reason, though, it’s annoying.
Fortunately, I am having lots of “non-scale victories,” as Weight Watchers would say. My trainer looked at me this morning and said, “Look how skinny you are! You’re disappearing!!” That felt pretty darn good. A coworker I haven’t seen in weeks also noticed a big change this morning. I swear, I am going to have a huge head when this is all over. I am not used to this many compliments, and I am totally eating them up.
That is one thing I’ve learned for sure in this competition: a kind word and a compliment can change a whole day for the better. It is now one of my big goals to pay at least one very genuine compliment every single day. I hope I can brighten people’s day the way they’ve brightened mine.
Another thing I’ve learned: if you hate running, you probably shouldn’t sign up for a 5K. I’m running my first in approximately 59 hours (but who’s counting?), and I’m on the verge of terrified. I’ve never run three miles in a row before. I’ve only run two miles twice. When my mom and I did the practice run, we got hot and tired five minutes in and walked the rest of the way. How am I going to do this?!
The rational part of my brain reminds the much larger crazier part that this is a 5K run/WALK, so it’s perfectly fine if I need to walk some of it. And, if I can just keep a decent pace, the whole thing will be over in less than 40 minutes. The crazy part reminds me that I am combining all of the things I hate–running, crowds, sweating, etc.–into one event. Fun.
Here’s hoping I have a great update on Saturday afternoon! Betsie and I are meeting at the gym tomorrow for our first-ever run together since 8th grade, when I believe we actually walked the entire mile. Our gym teacher would probably keel over from shock if he knew the two of us had voluntarily signed up for a 5K!