At the end of each night, it will end with miles...many miles.
I didn't expect to be able to see this much progress in just a month. I guess trainers know what they are talking about.
This is the end of Week 4 Marathon Training. Week 5 is stepping up some more mileage. I have to thank my marathon partner for the schedule and support. It was the extra push I needed to get my life back.
I am feeling the best I have in the last two years and my body composition is changing rapidly with the extra CrossFit and fit classes. I can put the "you are never too old" adage to bed. I can report dropping some sizes feels great. Sometimes you don't realize what stress and unhappiness does to a body until you really look at yourself under a microscope.
My daughter is excited about boxing. Beat me.
That was a bad pun.
She has picked up my love for sparring. Last night, she greeted me with some high kicks and tried to punch me when I came through the door.
I still have those cop-like reflexes. She giggled and said, "No fair, Mom! You have reflexes."
I may be old, but I am still swift.
Can't sneak one on me.
Perhaps some of me is rubbing off on her. Even though I have now fondly given her the moniker of "Scrappy-Doo", she just doesn't have my scrappy-ness. She has too much princess. We will work on it.
I have to go at a quarter speed or less so I don't hurt her. She is encouraging me to put a punching bag in the garage gym and get us some gloves. I miss that equipment which was provided for me at the police station gym. I told her to start a jar. So here we go...
...Meanwhile...I am checking out boxing opportunities for next semester.