Week 3

I bought a sports bra. You know, one of those that has no clasps but slips over your head like a tank top. Only mine resembles the training harness for Baby Shamu!

I rode the bike this week. I had a good excuse not to go one day. Believe it or not, there was a wreck on I-30 and traffic was at a standstill. (Who'da thunk it?) Dave was late getting to work, and I was going to be about 20 minutes past my starting time at the center. I was convincing myself that I didn't have time, I'd be too rushed to see my patient, etc. All good sounding excuses. But, I turned in the parking lot anyway. I told myself 15 minutes is better than none. I think that was a real breakthrough for me.

Today, I also made another discovery. Given that it is so easy to ignore a 3 year old, my mental image of Jadyn just wasn't cuttin' it yesterday. So, today, instead of starting from 0:00 and working up, I started the timer on the bike at 30:00 and counted down. As the seconds went down, I had sort of an Hermione Granger (HP3 Prisoner of Azkaban) moment. It was as if I had used a time turner and had already ridden those 30 minutes, so ticking backward was like doing something I already had done. That made it easier to do because, hey, I'd already done it. My future was to have ridden those 30 minutes, and given that I really don't want to do anything to disrupt the fabric of time, of course I was to finish!

Of course, saving the universe as we know it does tend to put on a little added pressure...