I lost a whole pound last week which puts me at 178.8 lbs. This last pound was the hardest fought pound of the 134 I’ve lost. I literally ran for a month to get it. But that’s okay, because I lost over an inch in my waist, and I feel so much better.
My run times are improving. I still run over 30 minutes, but I’ve been increasing the distance I run with nearly every run. My last run was 3.13 miles; just a little over 5k (which is good because I’m going to run my first official 5k Event in December!) and my pace was the best I’ve had in any of my runs. I push it pretty hard for the first half, back off a little for the next 1.5, and then take it easy for a half before pushing it again for the last half. As I add distance, I will likely be pushing hard for more than the last half.
I’m the kind of person who likes to track personal progress. Now that the scale doesn’t give me that constant feedback, it’s nice that running does. I can see my times and distances and I can track improvement. It’s a new measure I can to to compete against myself with. This fuels a really important part of this health and fitness stuff for me; progress.
I know the time will come when I hit a wall; I can only get so fast, only run so far, and only get so light and small. That’s okay; I’m not anywhere near the limits yet. When I get there, I’ll work to keep up with my speed and to keep my weight/size where it’s at. But until then, I’ve got a lot of work to do to improve and continue to make progress. And I’m actually enjoying it.