Hope you all had a nice Easter. Things at the Weaver establishment has been hoppin’ for the last two weeks.
Week 42 I arrived late for the meeting and forgot to weigh in, and I missed week 43 as I was out of town. When I did hit the scales, I had a very nice 4+ pound weight loss. I was surprised as it seems to me I am eating a lot of food.
Week 42, I celebrated my birthday and I want to say thanks to all who sent birthday greetings. I spent the morning as I had planned; I ran 5K in a Girls On The Run (GOTR) in Charleston, Il along with 599 other runners. It was so much fun I know I want to do it again next year. The event, sponsored by the YMCA, has grown into quite a deal. Those who entered the race were given a nice bag – thanks to orthopedic surgeon Dr. Arron Eubanks – a t-shirt and a number. Everyone was number “1” and there were no losers. There were so many runners present that they had to stagger three different starts. There were families running together, some three generations. GOTR also sponsored Boys Stride, so there were fathers running with girls and boys. Along the route there were volunteers cheering us on and even bands playing for us. At the finish line everyone was given a GORT medal with this inscription: “I have the power to believe in myself. To stand up for who I am. To say “yes” to a challenge. To cheer on new friends. To GROW UP STRONG.” Those are powerful sentences and I hope to never forget them.
So how did I do? Shortly after mile two, I was running fine, had plenty of air, but I had a problem that made it necessary for me to walk part of the way. Have you seen that commercial on TV with women looking like plumbing pipes? Or the commercial showing “no panty” line on the back side of a lady wearing a Depends? Well, I could have been in the commercial. It was…. Shocking…. and a first for me. I suppose there will be a urology visit in my future. Maybe I will suggest to the Y to add an extra something else in the bag for us old ladies. Even though I had to stop and walk twice to “get back” in control, my timer on my Fitbit said I did the 5K in 35 minutes. Since the race, I have ran without difficulty. Do you recon my problem might have been the 52-ounce soda I drank on the way to the race?
So, what's next? One of my Couch Potato to 5K classmates, Amy, teaches water aerobics on Tuesdays at the Y. I have a new swimsuit and am ready to rock. I will report more later.
I have had a few phone calls from folks who had questions about the HMR program and have signed up. They are starting the program tomorrow. I just want to say to them, “Good Luck and remember, you have to power to believe in yourself.”
To the guy who invented zero: Thanks for nothing!
I am In The Box