These posts are getting increasingly difficult to write. I feel like I’m running up into a wall over… and over… and over. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with how I look as much as it is that I’m uncomfortable with my progression. I definitely pictured myself making awesome strides each month. Yes, I know I was naive. However, I also know that I’m lucky. I’ve had no injuries, no health issues, no <insert any true reason to complain here>. I’m a big whiner. I know.
Anyway, here is the photographic evidence:
Here are the stats:
I think my biggest issue on not seeing physical results is my awesome post-pregnancy elephant skin. Seriously, I have enough skin to house two women. Ugh. I gained 40 pounds, and it definitely shows. It’s slowly tightening back up. I’m not sure it will ever 100% snap back, but I know it will get better. Only time will tell how much it will improve.
The one thing I’m totally proud of right now is gaining some size in my biceps. I’ve really been working harder on incorporating strength training into my everyday life. I’ve definitely altered the running/lifting ratio at this point. Even though I want to hit a sub 2:00 half, I’m willing to spend more time hitting the weight room. For me to be happy with my progression, I’m going to need to spend more time working on short sprints and less time on long runs. It’s just how my body responds best.
If you read this and think I sound self-centered and vain, well, I will agree with you completely. However, I also think it’s okay to care what you look like. I’m just being honest here. After all, if wanting to look good is how I stay healthy… at least it means I’m staying healthy. There could be worse things in the world, right?
This week, I’m finally going to get around to completing a fitness test as well. It’s been a month and I still haven’t chosen or completed one. Whoops. I am a true procrastinator.
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Anyway, that’s all for now. We just got home from Maddux’s 6 month wellness check (yes I realize he is seven months old), so my nerves are shot. I hate seeing him upset, and shots don’t really make him smile. Wish us luck tonight! Oh, and I might be taking this as a rest day… 😉