169 pounds is a big deal for me! I’m now back to my all-time low adult weight. I weighed 169 briefly when I was a new soldier (in 2001) stationed at Fort Hood– after training but before I met my let’s-go-out-to-eat-and-get-some-dranks buddies. We took a PT test every 6 months where we were also weighed and measured, and my first PT test had me recorded at 169 pounds. After that, my weight steadily climbed to 186 lbs over 5 years. Then I got out of the Army. Hello 225.
The Army’s what first introduced me to running. In basic training we ran in running groups based on our 2-mile run times. I was put in the slowest group. I hated that. I put myself in the next fastest group and huffed and puffed my way to becoming a (slightly) better runner. When I got to my permanent duty station PT was slightly less strenuous, so if I felt like we didn’t get it in during morning PT, I’d put on my running shoes after work and do another 4 or 6 miles. Yeah, I was one of those.
I didn’t realize how much I missed running these last few years. I get to be a competitor, a daydreamer, a self-help expert…all during one run. And my legs look pretty freakin’ good.
I ran a 5 mile race last Sunday that put my legs to the test. (Approx. 54:20. Didn’t properly affix my chip.) Hills, hills, hills. Struggle, struggle, walk. But the race organizers were kind enough to a) have the runners finish in a stadium with awesome music pumped through the loud speakers and b) give us post-race pizza. So even though during mile 3 of the 5 miler, I actually said out loud “I’m over this. Where’s my car?” the fun finish made me think about running it again next year to see how much faster I can do it. On my way home, I even drove through a couple different neighborhoods looking for some hillier routes than my usual. I think I’m back!