I’m having one of those (TOM induced) thinky evenings.
I could talk here about how I REALLY REALLY REALLY need to figure out how to deal with my ever-expanding waistline. I’m getting frustrated with it again. I now can’t seem to figure out how to get under about 162 and I haven’t even had the guts to get on the scale again after Vegas.
I could talk here about how work is definitely taking up much more of my mental space. I used to walk out the door at night, and not think about it again (rarely) until I walked in the next morning. Now I think it, dream it (no joke, I go to work at least three times some nights before I even get out of bed), and especially live it. I’m happy – however, it’s definitely an adjustment.
I could talk about being nervous for the tri in 11 days. I could talk about many things.
But instead, I’ll just say, “WHEEEEEE NEW BIKE!!!”
It’s this. I can bicep curl it with one hand. It cost almost a week of my salary after taxes, but it is my new precious…just riding it around the store (and they even made me wear a helmet, lol) felt awesome.
Tomorrow, I make up the 9 mile run I planned to do today, and this weekend (after it stops incessently raining), I am going to do the 26 miles/6 mile run outside and see how awesome it is.
And then, I will eat birthday cake (not mine).
And I’ll stick to my jeans that actually fit me and worry about the scale later.