Diario de kimberly rae, 14 ene. 15

I wanted to tell everyone a little bit about my prep for this weekends Biggest Loser 1/2 marathon walk I'm doing in Las Cruces, NM (in case anyone is close and decides to throw caution to the wind and join me).
Some of my buddies may remember that I had a very inaccurate pedometer for last years race and so I researched well and got a new one for this year and have posted how pleased with it I am. Funny thing happened this week. It went out on me, like spewing crazy numbers and wouldn't show I'd hit the keys. A kind of angelic presence whispered in my ear. "So what? You're paying way too much attention to the numbers here. Look around you. See the beauty. That's why you walk." I listened.

Yesterdays last long walk, about 6 miles, was blissful. Quiet. I could hear my body, the birds, the river and most importantly , the evenness of my breath. I realized that even though I was going at quite a clip my breathing was steady and strong, my muscles were begging for me. Not one cell in me was complaining. I was in the zone. And it lasted. I seemed to get stronger instead of weaker. Faster instead of slower. More attentive, instead of less.

I'm ready. And I want to thank all of you. For your unwavering presence in my life. My faceless friends and those with pictures, my sissies and my lovely stalled weight graph. All of it. I truly feel strong and healthy and it doesn't hurt that my jeans are falling off my hips this morning.

Thank you.