Eight minutes from the exact time I started writing this post, I will precisely be 55 years old. I always miss my mom on my birthday.Took some progress pictures today. I’m not competing until July, and based on how this prep has been going, it highly likely that my conditioning will be better than it was the last time I competed. I’m humbled and grateful that I’m able to do this considering I didn’t become any kind of athlete until later in life. I’ve become less comfortable sharing my progress pictures for many reasons. But this blog started when I started this new life, so I also think it’s important to document where I’m at now.
Today’s pictures compared to October when I started this prep…
Can’t lie. I’m a bit freaked out about this birthday. I remember being younger thinking that being 55 would be close to retirement – which I might be, but haven’t really decided on that yet. (2/16/17 edit – at the end of this day, I’m leaning towards “sooner rather than later” on that retirement thing. Love, love, love the kids. It will never be anything about them that pushes me out.) Digging what I’m doing as a teacher right now and I passionately believe it’s a better way for humans to learn mathematics. I’d like to hang in until I work out the bugs and evolve it.
55 is also a big one because my mother died when she was 56. Intellectually, I think I’ve done enough to alter my own path, health-wise, to live longer than my mom did, but she died of a brain aneurysm. We don’t know if that was a hereditary condition or a consequence of her smoking, poor diet, lack of exercise, and stress.
Did I say I am grateful? I woke up today extremely grateful to be here.
My husband created most of the gifts he gave me. Aren’t they amazing? His time and the little things he included in these paintings (he used his thumb print to color the heart with the tree) made these the most memorable gifts I’ve ever received.
Hubby had to work today, but I took the day off. I needed to renew my driver’s license since it expired today. Took my little girl pup with me. We stopped at a local duck pond for a short walk on the way home. Poor thing has been cooped up in the house. Weather here hasn’t been conducive for walks. I also have a nagging issue with my left ankle and foot. Nothing serious, but long dog walks aggravate it.
Started a new training phase this week. It’s a very different split than what I’ve ever done before. Coach has me doing full body four days a week for a month with a bit lighter loads. It’s probably going to be good. The first week will be bumpy because I need to adjust my habits. My little gym doesn’t have everything I need, so I have to travel to another one for that one thing I do need on that one day – the logistics need to be worked out. He also incorporated the use of RPE (Rate of Perceived Exersion) to determine the loads I use. It’s an uncomfortable adjustment for me to make. I mentally rehearse my lifts the night before. When I don’t have an actual load given on the spreadsheet, I ruminate on it a bit – and that’s not relaxing at all. It’s probably just difficult for me right now because I’m working so much and I’ve been dieting for 123 days. I’m not mentally flexible right now.
It was a memorably wonderful birthday. And I will have a carb hangover tomorrow. It’s all good – I’m leg pressing in the morning. I’ll turn it all into muscle. 😉
(I didn’t eat all of this candy today. Milk Duds are gone. And there was a heart-shaped pizza. And a big slice of cheesecake. This won’t be my last refeed, but it could be my last REFEED until July.)
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