#425 well, maybe I'm a little competitive

There was another rider who was getting on the Legacy trail at the same time I was yesterday. He was wearing a blue shirt and started out on his road bike just a moment before me, and I followed him for a few minutes. I was listening to music and I got a song that had a nice fat beat and I started pedaling a little faster and I ended up passing the guy. I left him behind and I didn't pay much attention to what was happening behind me. I got to Farmington Station and I pulled into the shade and took a drink of water and rested my bum for a minute or two, then the guy who had been behind me showed up. I'd probably been stopped for a good four minutes or so.

I started out again, and he started right after me. I was going a little slower on the way back. I was in an easy gear and just enjoying the day and the ride. There's a part of the ride that's about four miles from Farmington where you cross a road and head down this back stretch that is FLAT. I love to fly through that mile and half until the long tunnel.

So just before I cross the road, the blue shirt guy was right behind me. He kinda scared me because I didn't think he was so close. We both crossed the road - I think he'd passed me and crossed first, but then I got another good song and I was gone. It was great!

I pedaled along on my own for awhile. I knew he was behind me, but I didn't see him until we got to the short tunnel that's about two and a half miles from the parking lot. He passed me. I told myself not to let him get too far ahead. I had to keep him in sight. We were about a mile from the parking lot when I got another good song and ZOOM, I passed him again and sprinted to the parking lot. I didn't beat him there by much, but I still got there first.

I didn't realize I had a little competition in me.

This morning I was at cycling class and a lady that I've met through the classes came in. Her name is Jeanie and I know that she is in Weight Watchers, also. She told us that she'd competed in her first triathlon over the weekend at Bear Lake. She said, "I achieved by goal of finishing with dignity and I lost my 100 pounds before I competed."

She did it! She lost 100 pounds! And she started just last July, so she did it in 13 months. I was jealous. Because we've talked, I know that she started out heavier than me and at 100 pounds, I think she still weighs more than I do now. But that's not the point! I've been at this Weight Watchers thing for 26 months and I've got 15 pounds to go to get to my 100 pounds.

So that's it! No more messing around! It's time to get back on track and finish this goal so I can move onto something else. I already have my something else picked out, but I'm going to wait to tell you about it until I finish this first goal.

I try to reason with myself that it's been 26 months and I've kept the weight off (except for these dastardly three pounds that come and go). ARGH! I have to remove 100 pounds!!!! I gotta do it! Then I gotta keep it off FOREVER!!

Whew. I'm done now. I'm going to bed. All these exclamation points have tired me.