The Competition

For years, I have been my own worst enemy. When I should have been my own private cheerleader, I was often my most vocal naysayer.

Well I (think) I have finally moved on -- to my own best competition.

In the past week (yes, I have been a little slow at updating. . .The sneaker fiasco threw me for a loop), I have had great bonding moments with my heart rate monitor. I feel like each time I walk through the doors for spin or kickboxing, or whatever, I feel is a new day for improvement because at the end of each class, I can prove it!

For instance, Tuesday was the first day at spin -- after the Hell Ride -- where I could try to keep my heart rate in "the zone." I thought I was doing fabulous -- mostly in the 142-147 range, with a few blips when I would change positions. However, at the end of class, I was disappointed with how low my average was -- 131, which is toward the high end of my recovery zone. After sulking for a bit, I realized that I hard started to time my workout too soon. I started it when I sat on the bike and was warming up, which lowered my average.

So on Thursday, I started it after I was warmed up, and ended it before the cool down, for an average of 142!

Needless to say, it was a moment of total elation! I think I am getting it!

And I am getting the confidence I need to face the scale, as well.

But I am not ready to deal with numbers just yet . . . . .