Last year when I finished the Warrior Dash, I set a goal for myself. Sure, I finished the race. I was not even in last place, but... I knew that setting a goal was my own way out not settling.
I walked/trotted/somethinged the Warrior Dash last year at about 215-220lbs. When I set a goal of 170's for this year, it seemed like a reach. Something to strive for, but a reach none the less. This morning was my third consecutive day on the scale at 179. Oh yes... the smell of sweet relief-and panic. About 4 weeks ago I was 178 and jumped up as high as 185. Even with the inches melting away, the scale was all over the place. I was disappointed and part of me worries it will fluctuate a bit still but... all I can do is put in the work trust in Xavy and in the process. The scale is freaking evil. I do not see many more "poundage" goals in my future. I'm thinking that I have finally learned that measurements and body fat are the answer.
Nothing beats trusting in someone enough to let go of the reins completely. We do it all the time in martial arts. I lock myself in a room in with some of the most lethal men in Baltimore City trusting that I may sweat, cry or walk out with a bruise but... it was all done by people that want the best for me. Odd concept huh? Xavy has been on my ass like a big dog this last week an a half. Cardio in the mornings, changing my diet, upping my reps, measuring, checking in and following up. I decided long ago to trust him. He types it up, I follow it. He yells it, I drop the F* bomb and do it. He knows his sh!t and produces nothing but sweat and results. When this man takes you on as his client, you might as well clean up your spare bedroom because he is moving in.
8 days until the Warrior Dash.
Crazy!
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