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Time is relative...

I'm signed up - half marathon on June 26th.  I'm nervous but really excited.  New purpose to light a fire under my butt. 
Here's the interesting train of thought this morning.  I started this portion of my journey 11 weeks ago.  They've been LOOONG weeks.  It feels like I've been doing this forever and in that context my brain says "you've worked so hard for so long and what do you have to show for it?!  30 pounds, 30 measly pounds.  All the work - all the time - only 30 pounds"
Ok - I didn't say my brain was logical.  That's obvioulsy nonsense.  I've worked hard, it's paying off, 30 pounds is a VERY good result. 

On the flip side of the coin - I've got 15 weeks to train for a half marathon.  I've got my training plan laid out, I've got my running clothes and a support partner (yay for my hubby! He's a reluctant runner but going to grit his teeth and help me out - God bless him!).  I feel like I can totally do this!  15 weeks is right around the corner, not much time to train!

And then - like so often happens these days - the 2 equations came together.  If I've lost 30 pounds in 11 weeks, I can (more than likely) lose 30 pounds in 15 weeks.  That means that come race day, I will weigh 180 pounds.  And only have 30 more pounds to go

Holy.  Crap. 

15 weeks seems short for marathon training - 11 weeks of weight loss feels like a lifetime. Add them both together and *POW*, weight loss seems more managable! Funny how the brain works. 

Comments

Mrs. S. said…
Great Goal! Good luck!
♥ Drazil ♥ said…
Woohoo - so jealous - you're going to do great!

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