What really matters

This past week has been again pretty introspective. Here are some things that happened.

1. Have been banned from running for 2 weeks the same day I ran my fastest mile yet. I'm not sure I'm going to abide by this, but I have so far and it's been 4 days. My physical therapist is well-informed and reasonable, unlike my previous PT experiences. His name is Michael and he's at the Proclub Willows location. I highly recommend him if you're looking for someone.

2. Got a new bike. Cervelo P1, it's small, fast and nice to look at. I think it's cute when I put it right up against Austin's Felt B16. It looks like his bike is hitting on mine.

3. The new food regime is coming along well, I feel strong and full of energy. I have to begin any new food regime with care, and that's where the introspection starts. In college I went from 110 pounds to 78 pounds. I am now at a point in my life where the numbers on scale at times still bother me a little, but only when coupled with a really bad day. In general I feel like I have a good grasp on the difference between health, happiness, and the numbers on a $20 scale from Target. The marathon and triathlon training is interesting because it makes me think about weight again constantly. Nothing to do with fitting into low rise jeans with a teal hollister halter top (it's still cute 10 years later)... rather it's about having your body be the best it can be to get the job done. Crossing that finish line as fast as you can without carrying an extra 10 pound kettlebell. That's the image that pops into my head whenever I feel like I'm dragging. See this is progress. It's not an image of me carrying a box of krispy kreme donuts. Mmmmm original glazed. It's just weight that interferes with performance. The more athletes I spend time with, the more body image discussions seem to come up. I've had to remind myself of how far I have come, and the lessons I've learned. I can't let that all go to waste just because someone else is unhappy with their body. That will be their journey, not mine. That chapter is done and filled with moments of surprising perserverance. I liked the way it ended. The mistakes you make don't remain mistakes. They turn into lessons about what really matters in life.