I weigh in tomorrow, my first official weigh in since the beginning of August. I know it's going to be good, since I've had a handful of unofficial weigh-ins in the past couple weeks....I may even break into virgin territory, actually.
But I'm nervous, and I have been for 3 days. I last weighed myself on Friday, and the scale was very kind. Then I biked 42 miles on Saturday morning, and had a few fairly-decent food days after that. So there's absolutely no reason that I shouldn't be down even further since Friday, and yet I worry. What if I'm still retaining water from the ride? What if that number is UP since Friday? Sure, it's still down considerably from the beginning of the Bahama Mama challenge, but I want it to be a new number. And I want to officially earn that iPod that I've been using for two months. Though I've seen the magical 176 several times off and on, it's never been on a true weigh-in day. I saw it on Friday, in fact. I want to see less than that tomorrow morning--I want it so badly that I'm practically making myself sick over it. And Rob has thus far been impervious to my begging to unhide it early, so for 3 days now I have had no way of knowing what I weigh. Since I saw it falling so fast right before he re-hid the scale, I'm absolutely dying to know. But I asked him to hide it, and he's sticking to his word. That bastard. :)
Anyway, it's been a while since I posted an update around here, so here's what's going on with me. The ride I did on Saturday was for Ft. Bend County literacy council, or something. It was okay...the course wasn't that great, with lots of bumpy small-town roads in the first (and last) couple miles. I got a little confused by the signs toward the end, and actually rode a little further than the course, since I had to turn around. The rest stops were oddly spaced, though I know why they did it that way. The second stop was at the place where the 25-milers and the 40/60-milers diverged, which made sense from a coordination standpoint. However, it was only 6 miles from the first stop, which was a little disconcerting. I really should have skipped that one, but I wasn't sure when the next one was coming. As it was, I ended up skipping the last rest stop--not because I didn't need it, but because they set it up on the opposite side of a 4-lane highway with no traffic control at the intersection. By the time I even realized where it was, I had already passed it.
Other than the bumpy roads at the beginning and end, the course was decent. Mostly flat, so it was easy to get a good pace going and stick with it. The hardest miles for me were 20-30 and 38-42. Between 20 and 30, I was running out of energy and I hadn't hit my second wind. My pace slowed from about 15-16mph to 12-13mph with the same amount of exertion. I caught a second wind (and better roads) somewhere in the early 30s, and was able to pick things up. I think by mile 38 I was a little dehydrated, and I know my legs were threatening to cramp pretty much constantly by mile 40. I finished in about 3 1/2 hours, after you deduct the rest stop time. And I didn't sleep all day afterward like I did with every other long ride I've ever done. So that's progress. :)
Other than the ride and the TOM and the hope for a loss, not much going on. Just the same old stuff, and I'm having a good WW week. And try as I might, I do not have a neat ending for this post. So whatever.