I hit the gym this morning after only ten minutes of trying to talk myself out of it. It felt great, I'll be honest. I'm so glad I went. I have a plan to go tomorrow and swim laps for a little while. It's a cardio only day, so I'm going to try and change things up as much as possible. Also, I rubbed a blister today on the treadmill, so I don't fancy socks and shoes for working out tomorrow at all.
It occurred to me over the weekend at the reunion that I have a mere six weeks until The Dirty 30 race, and I'm not ready yet. My running mate/cousin made me realize just how far I have to come in six weeks. But I'm ready. I'm going to work hard right up to it, and be a lot stronger than I am now even if I can't ace the course. I'm up for the challenge.
Speaking of the reunion, it was a definite success. The functional family thing still freaks FH out a bit, but he did awesome and seemed to enjoy himself in spite of the outdoorsy venue and the heat. I got to meet some new relatives, see some long lost ones, and hang out with the ones I see pretty often. We didn't make it to Jincy's, but we had chuckwagon food and ate breakfast at an awesome little local joint.
FH came home today and declared that he was pissed off. The reason? He decided to try and stop smoking today. I'm so proud of him, and I hope he's successful. :)
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