The point is that I did something I thought I wouldn't enjoy on my own...and it wasn't that bad. Granted I was listening to a book on tape. And it wasn't any book on tape, it was this book on tape. I was hot and bothered by the end of my run and wasn't sure if it was from my exertion, or the book. Judge me all you want, but it made my 40 minute run go by so quick. I just may listen to books on tape during every run. I paid no attention to my watch and my run felt almost effortless. It also kept my mind off of possibly being attacked, either by evil bikers, or wild animals (since my section of the rail trail is pretty dense). My laces hitting my shoes made me think that someone was running behind me the whole time.
I have started thinking about my "incentive" for when I hit my Onederwall (Onederland to others). I am referring of course to Heloise. You can read about her here. I'm almost there. I have 7 pounds to go. Then I'll have to make the trip to the tat place...and receive my reward. I think I'm more nervous about the actual procedure, not getting the tattoo bigger. The tattoo will represent my son (I'm gonna get his birth date in the banner instead of his name), but also my weight-loss milestone of getting under 200 pounds. A weight I have not been in over a dozen years and then, only for a short time before I ballooned back up to the 280's...sometimes 90's. My highest weight ever was 310, just before my son was born.
|A close up of Heloise. You can see how faded she truly is.|