forty

As I sit here this morning, sipping my coffee, I am really questioning my ability to run a sub 4 hour marathon on Saturday. This happens to me all the time - tapering is the culprit. Not running for three days in a row cause me to believe that I have lost everything I have trained for in the past three-ish months.

Negativity.

I don't have room for that in my head right now.

Of course it doesn't help that I ate kind of crappy yesterday, went to bed 2 hours later than I normally do, and a huge kitchen fail last night.

Am I setting myself up for failure?

Snap out of it! Right?!

So in an effort to get myself pumped back up this morning, I plotted this lovely graph to help myself visualize how hard I have worked in the past two years.



Forty pounds of weight loss is no small feat.  I don't often share about this on the blog, a few references here and there sure, but sharing actual numbers is just not my thing.

Until today apparently.

I clearly remember stepping on the scale in college for my first cross country running weigh-in in 2002 - 132 pounds.

Two years ago, I remember being super upset with myself because I weighed more than my friend who was 9 months pregnant. Not cool, Kier.  172 pounds.


(Again Leah, sorry that this is my goto photo...I know you hate it!)

One week ago I went in for my annual physical and asked for all of my weights that they had on record.  The doc was quite impressed with my progress. That day I weighed 132.2 pounds.



Be proud, Kier.

I am proud. I never really set out to lose weight, I just set out to rediscover my love for running. Along the way I started eating better, lifting weights and ultimately lost weight.

There are still days where I feel "fat" and need someone to punch me in the face and look at myself in the mirror.

There are still days where I hate my hips and need someone to remind me that hips are bones and you can't shrink bones.

40 pounds. Been there.

Sub 4 marathon. Here I come.