For the record, my MMW this week remained at 180.5. When I bust that 180 mark I'll shout it from the rooftop! (Though no one but the cows may hear me.) I did, however, meet my goal of actually running both of the three minute intervals and two 90-second intervals during my C25K workout on Monday. Does it matter that the last minute of the last run was spent panting, gasping, and begging in the name of Jesus for any heavenly help possible?! I confess. It's true. I am not to proud to beg. I did remember to thank my guardian angels once I was able to verbalize again.
We did a little hay-gathering this week. The Cowboy, me, and The Lucky One (son Nick) worked together to get the bales that we needed from our hayfield into the barn. I managed to drive the truck and help unload the trailer with only four new bruises! (I hate when I find bruises and have to figure out how they got there!) The low point of the afternoon...The Cowboy gets snake bit. The high point...The Lucky One guesses on the nose the exact number of bales we bring in. He wins a five dollar bet with his dad, while dad makes sure that snake is dead, Dead, DEAD (and not of the poisonous type!) Oh, and The Cowboy takes a nice photo of the FarmWife. Thanks, babe.
2 comments:
Sounds like you are doing great! If it were me, I wouldn't even get to the panting, gasping, and begging part - I'd be back in the AC probably on the couch!
Jordan! You're like 25 years younger than me! NO excuses (she said in her Jillian voice)! For me, it came down to an issue of obedience...and I hate that, cause I'm a rebel at heart. You can do this, when you get ready. GET READY!!! Ask for help. Make it happen. Lead the way! Love you!
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