Mister Sir

I felt pretty rested this morning, so I wanted to tackle my own personal stair-stepper challenge again. I've been ramping up with a goal of hitting 200 flights and went 162 flights in forty minutes. I shattered my personal best ... again! It felt really good. After work, I went back a little early before the weigh-in and decided to push myself a little further. I was hoping for about 175 flights, but then I thought, "why not try for 200 in 45 minutes?" I've got a series of interval plans I'd figured out and went straight for the big mountain. My first 100 was yet another personal best (21:58), but that didn't stand for long because I beat it by a tiny bit on my way to 200. Time? 43:55!

There's not a lot of stuff that I feel really good at when it comes to the workouts. Between my ignorance of most things fitness-related, my lack of general coordination and just feeling so dang stiff all the time, I feel pretty clueless a lot of the time. I still need to concentrate to get a task finished. But when it came to my quest for 200, I knew how to calculate a plan that would get me there. It felt really good along the way knowing that my plan was spot-on. I actually felt competent! That stair-stepper machine knows my name now ... it calls me "Mister Sir."

I also had my best loss since week one ... 5.8 pounds! Boom goes the dynamite! That put me at 25.4 pounds for the competition, which is over 10% of my original weight. Weigh-in felt good ... but not as good as kicking that stepper's butt.