I finished my 365 Days of Sweat challenge a couple of weeks ago.
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| This is a picture that has nothing to do with the challenge but is hilarious. No, mum, I'm not pregnant. |
I haven't written yet, because I felt that something momentous had to go here. Only a post that captured the enormity of my accomplishment would be worth of this space. I didn't do anything interesting or exciting to mark my final workout of the challenge, though I did congratulate myself with a 90 minute massage at The Annex Spa. I don't have anything to mark the day with.
The fact is, during the weeks since I've finished my challenge, I've realised that I really didn't do anything extraordinary.
By the time I had finished the challenge, being physically active each day had become wholly ordinary. My life hasn't actually changed much since finishing the challenge. I've taken a day off here and there, but I'm still working out more frequently than not. Since finishing the challenge, I've started to learn squash (and have finally mastered a legal serve!), been skating in Market Square, and been to more than my fair share of yoga classes at Studio 330. In the new year, I'll start training as the running leg of a relay team (Team Wackett!) doing the Penticton Challenge in August. Katelyn will be doing the swimming leg, and her dad is doing the cycle, and then I'll run a marathon. They asked me a couple of days ago, and I didn't need to think before saying yes. My only concern is whether I'll be able to get time off to travel to BC.
Yesterday, I arrived back in Kingston in the midst of an ice storm. The power was out, so I couldn't take the elevator. I took the stairs, hauling my heavy bag. I don't think my heart rate increased at all. That felt really good.
And that's all you really need to know, isn't it?
