… and I was doing so well.
Back in the spring, I started working on me. Began eating better, started walking. Then after a couple of months, I ramped it up a bit and dusted off my old bike. I did okay. I could ride over 11 miles in an hour. I dropped close to 20 pounds… then hit a wall. A hot, humid summer wall.
Even when I got up and going early, by the time I got out the door temps were already well into the 90s and the air was so moisture saturated any breath in my lungs was quickly sucked out through my pores. With it came the sweat.
There is nothing girly about me when I’m exercising. There is no delicate sheen of misty perspiration. I don’t glisten, I sweat like a P.I.G. and I like it.
It doesn’t feel like I’m accomplishing anything if I can’t wring out my clothes when I’m done. But, I haven’t been out for a ride in almost two weeks, and my jeans’ waistbands feel it.
Lately, mornings have been fairly cool… if you consider low 80s cool. I want to lose another 10 pounds by my birthday, that’s about five weeks away. I can reach that goal, I just need to get back to it.
I need to work a little harder, hit the hills more, gear up, and not quit.
I’m gonna need to sweat.
Day 8 – 30 Days of Shamelessness: sweat