I had a lot to write about the rest of the week. The workouts were better, the weight started to move again, my energy has returned. Having decided 16 weeks was too close to competition to switch coaches, I have to get rid of Coach in my head since I can’t get rid of him in training.
And then I recounted. It is 19 weeks. I realize this is a game I could get stuck playing and so I will simply keep doing what I did this week. Work my ass off.
More importantly, my heart was uplifted as I held baby and trained New Mother (and good friend). This was Wednesday, my rest day. A good day to be refilled with serenity and love.
And yesterday my heart was filled to overflowing as my best friend, a relationship which hit a rough patch a few months back, was part of the city’s music festival.
As he transitioned songs he said “this one’s for my good friend Lizzy” (a pet name he and his little one are allowed to call me). I didn’t get video of him but I do have a YouTube video of the original version by
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I am taking another rest day to just know I am loved.
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