I was reading an article on "How to Deal with the Ups and Downs of Weight Loss" earlier this morning. Okay, really I was skimming it since Abbey was on my lap nudging the laptop out of her way. She had most of the love seat to spread out on and she HAD to be draped on me. She finally settled for having her head on my shoulder so she could give that occasional kiss just so I wouldn't forget my first (and most important job) is to pet her.
The conclusion of the article listed six steps to resiliency:
1. Accept and face difficult situations head on.
2. Believe in your own inner strengths.
3. Reframe your thinking.
4. Talk back to your inner critic.
5. Try to learn from your setbacks.
6. Find a cheerleader.
I feel like I have step one under control. Things are going to happen and I can accept it and move on or I can whine, fuss and be a giant pain in the ass to be around. The first option sounds more appealing to me. I'm working on steps 2 through 5. Some days I succeed, some days it's a really good thing I'm single and my dog and cats can't talk.
Step six wasn't that hard. From the moment I began my journey I have had many cheerleaders. Even people I would never in a million years have imagined would support me or even care about this journey to wellness have been supportive. True, some of the comments I've heard were a bit of a stretch to frame as "supportive", but it's up to me to decide how to take comments that could be deemed hurtful. I'm choosing to believe people are basically good and don't intend to cause pain. Maybe I'm doing better with step 3 than I thought I was.
Back to cheerleaders. What have my cheerleaders done to support me? The obvious, of course, they have cheered me on, encouraged me, believed in me, showed me how to believe in myself. Most importantly they have pushed me.
I'm not the bravest person in the world. If I come across as brave or courageous it is merely that I am stubborn and at heart I am a people pleaser: I don't ever want to let anyone down. If you believe I can do something I will do everything in my power to prove you are right. It works in reverse too: if you tell me I can't do something my stubborn streak comes out.
So to all my cheerleaders: please know you mean the world to me and your support, encouragement and kicks in the butt keep me on track.
On to this week in workouts. Monday was the start of a new phase: an endurance phase. May I just say: DAMN! I so need to work on my endurance. When 50 seconds starts to feel like 50 years you know you're in trouble. Then in Monday's finisher we were introduced to "Sally" If you're curious you can go to You tube and watch this video to see what we did: http://youtu.be/fc2mZkyb2so . We used kettle bells instead of barbells, but we did the squats. The worst were the pauses when we didn't get to come right back up. I can only speak for myself, but by the end when I went down and couldn't come right back up I wasn't sure I would be standing again. Tyler T. deserves a special thanks for finding that particular form of torture. Apparently "Sally" also has a push up version and some of my badass friends have developed a plank version. I'll have to try those soon.
Thursday night was personal training: aka therapy. If I walk in angry or stressed I know I'll walk out with an entirely different mindset. Ben really doesn't charge enough for the service he delivers in my opinion.
Back to Thursday. It was my last night dead lifting for awhile. I have one more session and then I will be getting a new sheet to work on. I did 3 sets and my last set Ben asked if I wanted to try to beat my dead lift record. Until Thursday night my personal record was 305 pounds. Nothing to be ashamed of, but I knew I could do more. Well, really I HOPED I could do more. Turns out I could. I broke my PR with a dead lift of 315 pounds. Then Ben asked me if I wanted to try to beat the women's record for Fortitude Fitness Systems: YES YES YES!
I tried 3 times to lift it, not sure exactly how much it was, I believe the record for a woman is 325 pounds, so it was more than that. That bar and all the weight weren't coming up Thursday night. I almost had it, but in the end I didn't have quite enough to nail it. I will nail it, I won't rest until I beat the record. No, not because I think I'm better or stronger than anyone else. I just enjoy lifting and seeing how heavy I can go is fun for me.
Stay tuned...you can be sure when I lift again you'll read about it right here.
In the meantime, back to your evening.
Thanks for reading.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
The River
No, I am not going to talk about water in this post. At the moment it's about 10 degrees outside and I'm cold. The last thing in the world I am thinking about is cold running water. The title is more a nod to one of my favorite artists, Garth Brooks, and his song The River. The first verse of the song might give you a little more insight into the turn of my thoughts over the past week.
"You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores..."
~Written By Garth Brooks & Victoria Shaw
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores..."
~Written By Garth Brooks & Victoria Shaw
Yes, I've been thinking about my dreams. Some of them seem determined to be realized even if I do little to foster them. Take competing in a strongman competition. It looks as if there will be one in Littleton, NH in June. Definitely close enough for me to compete. Am I sure I'll be ready? No, but I have enough trust in my mentor to know he won't encourage me to do anything he doesn't think I'm ready for. Besides, it's February. I do know June will be here before I know it, but there is time to train and decide if I'm ready or not.
Tough Mudder is approaching as well. I'm still nervous about it, not like last year when I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I know it will be a new course and new obstacles with new team members, but suddenly I'm not the "newbie", other people on the team are looking to ME for support and encouragement. Huh?? So despite my own nerves I'm pulling up my big girl panties, gathering my courage and doing the best I can to alleviate fears and anxiety for others. To those of you looking to me for support: I hope I'm not letting you down! Trust me on the day of the event I will be there right beside you, encouraging, cajoling, helping you through, over and under any obstacle you need help with. I won't be the fastest person on the course, or on the team, but I will be there.
There are other dreams I'm at a loss about how to make come true. I want to teach fitness classes, but I'm unsure of what exactly I need to do besides get training. I could remedy that by talking to the fitness professionals around me, but you may have noticed in person I'm not nearly as eloquent as I am when I write. I stumble over my words, lose my train of thought and generally just feel shy and embarrassed. Put me in front of a group of children and I feel like I'm in my element: I know what to do and if I may say so I do a damn good job. If I can't work up the courage to even ask questions I'm not sure I'm quite ready to instruct adults.
Another dream that seems to have come true while I wasn't thinking about it was my desire to be a writer. I was thinking of that again the other day and realized. "Wait a second, I have a blog. I don't have a million people who read it, but I do have people who read and comment on my ramblings. Hey, I'm a writer!"
Let's leave my dreams behind for awhile...I am straying into the territory of over thinking things. I rely on over thinking and obsessing to get me out of taking any actual action. I know what I have to do and it's time to do it. No more talk, it's time for action (Aren't you proud of me for realizing that?)
On to the past week in fitness.
It was Recovery Week at Fortitude Fitness Systems, so I had a workout Monday morning, Yoga Corr on Tuesday and personal training on Thursday. I also attended yogalaties at the Wellness Center and took a nice little 5 minute nap during the meditation/relaxation portion of the class. Nothing like coming to and realizing you've lost a few minutes.
Monday's FFS workout was called "My Favorite Things" and I'm pretty sure Tyler was trying to do us all in. I had so much fun with that on Monday morning, I showed up again on Tuesday night before Yoga Corr to do it again. At least no one can call me a quitter. If something is hard and I don't feel I was competent at it I'm going to be back stubbornly at it again at the earliest opportunity.
Personal training was the best part of the week. Was it easy? Not one part of it. I did see progress though. Ben didn't have to hand me both 50 pound dumbbells for my shoulder presses, I was able to lift one myself and he handed one to me. I'm looking forward to the day I can get them both myself and Ben can stand back and make sure I don't brain myself. Monster walks were another challenge. I used three of the green bands this time. Squatting and walking with three bands above your knees is quite a feat. I can only imagine how it looked to those who were watching it. Ugh! Then the happiest moment of the night: the 350 pound tire came out of the back room. I know I grinned ear-to-ear. I was thinking tire flips and as you all know tire flips are my favorite exercise.
Ben added a twist to my beloved flips and I now have a new favorite exercise. I had to lift the tire, get my hands under it, drag it back 3 steps, then flip it. It was so hard to pull the tire back, but it made slamming it to the ground even more satisfying. All the frustration I felt not being able to pull the tire back as easily as Ben did could be released when I pushed it to the ground.
Saturday I got in my own workout helping a friend move. I got an amazing compliment too. I was carrying in a bookcase or something and my friend's mother introduced herself to me. I introduced myself and she said "Oh, I've heard about you. Jackie said you're the strongest woman she knows." What a wonderful feeling, I'm not "the quiet, shy one" (how I am most used to being introduced), now I'm "the strong one". I could also be the graceful one after I went down some basement steps in Bogs boots with wet soles and inadvertently invented a new event the stair luge. No serious injuries just a bruise and some stiffness. My pride is a little wounded, but honestly I fall and trip so frequently it seems normal.
Now you can go back to your evening...I'm done rambling for now. Monday is the start of a new phase at Fortitude Fitness Systems though, so rest assured there will be more rambling soon enough.
Thanks for reading.
Tough Mudder is approaching as well. I'm still nervous about it, not like last year when I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I know it will be a new course and new obstacles with new team members, but suddenly I'm not the "newbie", other people on the team are looking to ME for support and encouragement. Huh?? So despite my own nerves I'm pulling up my big girl panties, gathering my courage and doing the best I can to alleviate fears and anxiety for others. To those of you looking to me for support: I hope I'm not letting you down! Trust me on the day of the event I will be there right beside you, encouraging, cajoling, helping you through, over and under any obstacle you need help with. I won't be the fastest person on the course, or on the team, but I will be there.
There are other dreams I'm at a loss about how to make come true. I want to teach fitness classes, but I'm unsure of what exactly I need to do besides get training. I could remedy that by talking to the fitness professionals around me, but you may have noticed in person I'm not nearly as eloquent as I am when I write. I stumble over my words, lose my train of thought and generally just feel shy and embarrassed. Put me in front of a group of children and I feel like I'm in my element: I know what to do and if I may say so I do a damn good job. If I can't work up the courage to even ask questions I'm not sure I'm quite ready to instruct adults.
Another dream that seems to have come true while I wasn't thinking about it was my desire to be a writer. I was thinking of that again the other day and realized. "Wait a second, I have a blog. I don't have a million people who read it, but I do have people who read and comment on my ramblings. Hey, I'm a writer!"
Let's leave my dreams behind for awhile...I am straying into the territory of over thinking things. I rely on over thinking and obsessing to get me out of taking any actual action. I know what I have to do and it's time to do it. No more talk, it's time for action (Aren't you proud of me for realizing that?)
On to the past week in fitness.
It was Recovery Week at Fortitude Fitness Systems, so I had a workout Monday morning, Yoga Corr on Tuesday and personal training on Thursday. I also attended yogalaties at the Wellness Center and took a nice little 5 minute nap during the meditation/relaxation portion of the class. Nothing like coming to and realizing you've lost a few minutes.
Monday's FFS workout was called "My Favorite Things" and I'm pretty sure Tyler was trying to do us all in. I had so much fun with that on Monday morning, I showed up again on Tuesday night before Yoga Corr to do it again. At least no one can call me a quitter. If something is hard and I don't feel I was competent at it I'm going to be back stubbornly at it again at the earliest opportunity.
Personal training was the best part of the week. Was it easy? Not one part of it. I did see progress though. Ben didn't have to hand me both 50 pound dumbbells for my shoulder presses, I was able to lift one myself and he handed one to me. I'm looking forward to the day I can get them both myself and Ben can stand back and make sure I don't brain myself. Monster walks were another challenge. I used three of the green bands this time. Squatting and walking with three bands above your knees is quite a feat. I can only imagine how it looked to those who were watching it. Ugh! Then the happiest moment of the night: the 350 pound tire came out of the back room. I know I grinned ear-to-ear. I was thinking tire flips and as you all know tire flips are my favorite exercise.
Ben added a twist to my beloved flips and I now have a new favorite exercise. I had to lift the tire, get my hands under it, drag it back 3 steps, then flip it. It was so hard to pull the tire back, but it made slamming it to the ground even more satisfying. All the frustration I felt not being able to pull the tire back as easily as Ben did could be released when I pushed it to the ground.
Saturday I got in my own workout helping a friend move. I got an amazing compliment too. I was carrying in a bookcase or something and my friend's mother introduced herself to me. I introduced myself and she said "Oh, I've heard about you. Jackie said you're the strongest woman she knows." What a wonderful feeling, I'm not "the quiet, shy one" (how I am most used to being introduced), now I'm "the strong one". I could also be the graceful one after I went down some basement steps in Bogs boots with wet soles and inadvertently invented a new event the stair luge. No serious injuries just a bruise and some stiffness. My pride is a little wounded, but honestly I fall and trip so frequently it seems normal.
Now you can go back to your evening...I'm done rambling for now. Monday is the start of a new phase at Fortitude Fitness Systems though, so rest assured there will be more rambling soon enough.
Thanks for reading.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Badass of the Year
This is a post I should have written a long time ago. Like on about December 29, 2013...the day after it was announced. I didn't though. I did say I'd been chosen, but I didn't do what I wanted to do and SCREAM it from the rooftops.
Why?
Good question.
Bad (though honest) answer: I didn't feel like I really deserved it. I looked at the other 2 nominees and felt like I just wasn't worthy. It was a "fluke". It's taken time, a lot of it, probably too much, but I realized how much I was insulting a man I deeply respect, trust, admire and consider a mentor and friend by thinking I was a "fluke". As he told me himself "I don't do flukes". So let me take this opportunity to say I am sorry, I don't doubt you.
So, I was picked the badass of the year. What does that mean exactly? It means I get my training free for 6 months, I got to pick an article of clothing I wanted, I was able to choose a workout that will bear my name (YAY! people can curse me for a whole new reason!!).
It also means even those days when I wonder if I am invisible my instructors see me and they see what I am doing. What a concept: I really do matter and I am worth every second I spend on myself in the studio. Huh...that could take some time to sink in.
I thought announcing how happy I was to receive this honor would make me conceited and I'd be bragging about myself. Bragging about yourself was not encouraged when I was growing up. I never knew when I would be praised for doing well, or when, after one too many drinks, my father would find it helpful to point out all of my faults. I'm not bashing him: he did the best he could, but still...it was hurtful to put it mildly.
I'm pretty sure as long as I don't decide to wear a cape with BotY emblazoned on the back, and tell every person I meet that I'm the badass of the year I'll be okay. It's not going to go to my head, I'm just not that kind of person.
I'm honored and flattered, but I also know that every single person I work out with is just as deserving of praise and recognition as I am. The other two nominees are phenomenal, amazing women who inspire me to fight harder and be better every time I step through the door.
I'm going to do my best to be a good representative of Fortitude Fitness Systems. I will work hard every time I step into the studio. I won't shrink from any challenge presented to me: I'll trust that those that work with me wouldn't ask me to do something they thought was wildly out of my ability level. I'll be grateful for the opportunities I have been given and look for ways to pay it forward. Saying thank you is important too, but I don't just want to say the words: I want to show how thankful I am to the people who support and believe in me.
Most of all, I want to shed the rest of the fat I've used to shield myself from the world and everyone in it. Yes, I will probably get knocked around and bruised. Yep, I'm sure there will be heartbreak and meanness. I will probably feel very sad and down about those things, but I have a core group of people around me who will tell me to "cut the shit", encourage me and adjust my attitude by any means necessary (be it lifting heavy, flipping things, pushing things or getting out the valslides). I owe it to those people and most importantly, to MYSELF to be the person I was put on this earth to be.
Stay tuned...Kim 2.0 is on her way.
Thanks for reading.
Why?
Good question.
Bad (though honest) answer: I didn't feel like I really deserved it. I looked at the other 2 nominees and felt like I just wasn't worthy. It was a "fluke". It's taken time, a lot of it, probably too much, but I realized how much I was insulting a man I deeply respect, trust, admire and consider a mentor and friend by thinking I was a "fluke". As he told me himself "I don't do flukes". So let me take this opportunity to say I am sorry, I don't doubt you.
So, I was picked the badass of the year. What does that mean exactly? It means I get my training free for 6 months, I got to pick an article of clothing I wanted, I was able to choose a workout that will bear my name (YAY! people can curse me for a whole new reason!!).
It also means even those days when I wonder if I am invisible my instructors see me and they see what I am doing. What a concept: I really do matter and I am worth every second I spend on myself in the studio. Huh...that could take some time to sink in.
I thought announcing how happy I was to receive this honor would make me conceited and I'd be bragging about myself. Bragging about yourself was not encouraged when I was growing up. I never knew when I would be praised for doing well, or when, after one too many drinks, my father would find it helpful to point out all of my faults. I'm not bashing him: he did the best he could, but still...it was hurtful to put it mildly.
I'm pretty sure as long as I don't decide to wear a cape with BotY emblazoned on the back, and tell every person I meet that I'm the badass of the year I'll be okay. It's not going to go to my head, I'm just not that kind of person.
I'm honored and flattered, but I also know that every single person I work out with is just as deserving of praise and recognition as I am. The other two nominees are phenomenal, amazing women who inspire me to fight harder and be better every time I step through the door.
I'm going to do my best to be a good representative of Fortitude Fitness Systems. I will work hard every time I step into the studio. I won't shrink from any challenge presented to me: I'll trust that those that work with me wouldn't ask me to do something they thought was wildly out of my ability level. I'll be grateful for the opportunities I have been given and look for ways to pay it forward. Saying thank you is important too, but I don't just want to say the words: I want to show how thankful I am to the people who support and believe in me.
Most of all, I want to shed the rest of the fat I've used to shield myself from the world and everyone in it. Yes, I will probably get knocked around and bruised. Yep, I'm sure there will be heartbreak and meanness. I will probably feel very sad and down about those things, but I have a core group of people around me who will tell me to "cut the shit", encourage me and adjust my attitude by any means necessary (be it lifting heavy, flipping things, pushing things or getting out the valslides). I owe it to those people and most importantly, to MYSELF to be the person I was put on this earth to be.
Stay tuned...Kim 2.0 is on her way.
Thanks for reading.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
When I Grow Up
When I grow up I want to lift heavy. Oh wait, I do that now. Does that mean I've grown up? I doubt it, but it's possible that the number of years I've been on earth qualify me as a grown up.
How old am I? Supposedly it's not polite to ask a lady that question, but since I've never claimed I was a lady I'll tell you. I am 43, I'll be 44 near the end of March. I love it when people tell me I don't look 43. Can someone tell me what 43 looks like though? Not that it matters, I am in the best shape of my life and having more fun than I had in my first 42 years here.
It was a good week for exercise. I did miss yogalaties again this week, a fact that sets my teeth on edge when I remember why, but we won't talk about it. I'd hate for you to waste your time reading my rant about condescending people who think some letters after their name makes them the be-all, end-all. I'll deal with that particular person in my time in my own way. All I'll say on the matter is I strive to be professional, flexible and accommodating, but if you back me into a corner I will come out swinging. Enough said.
I've had some interesting conversations with friends this week too. As happy as I am being single there are times it might be nice to have someone to share my hopes and dreams with. I can share with all of you who take the time to read this blog, but a friend pointed out to me that I deserve to share my life with someone, that it's much sweeter that way. I do know from the whole online dating ridiculousness, that actively looking for someone won't work. I obsess much too easily and want to turn myself into someone another person would want. What I need to do is be ME and the right person will be interested. If not, no biggie, I know I can be alone and live a full, happy life.
My mentor has instituted a great concept that I'm going to borrow. I'm sure he won't mind and if he does he will find some suitable way to torment me (rope climbs, valslide army crawls....the list is pretty long). He has encouraged his clients to think back over their day and post their "win of the day". He posts one as well. It's a great way to stay focused on the positive...and I often need the reminder to keep positive.
I'd like to borrow the concept and twist it for my purposes. I want to have my "fitness win of the week".
This week will be hard. There were so many great moments, but my win of the week occurred Friday morning at about 6 am.
Friday morning's workout was a 40:20 format. 40 seconds of work/ 20 seconds to transition within a station. The station my partner and I were at was farmer carrys and kettlebell high pulls. Farmer carrys involve picking up 2 kettlebells and walking around (usually well past the time you are sure your arms are going to fall off). I was carrying the black and gold kettlebells and my partner was using the trap bar with 175 pounds on it. We were trading off, taking turns with the trap bar since the crosshatched grips seem to be there to chew the skin off your hands more than to provide any comfort.
I noticed the instructor, Tyler, adding some white kettlebells to the trap bar while I was trying to think about something pleasant during my kb high pulls (my arms falling off for instance). When that round was over he grinned and asked me if I wanted to try the trap bar. I thought about saying no for maybe half a second, then I said "sure" figuring if worse came to worse I could drop the bar or tip each end enough to dump the white kettlebells off. I got the bar off the floor and started walking, slowly. Seriously, a turtle could have beaten me at that point. Tyler did need to readjust the white kettlebells once so they wouldn't fall off, but I did my 40 seconds.
When it was over he told me I'd just carried about 265 pounds. Yep, I was hooked at that point. What can I say: I LOVE lifting heavy. It's addicting to see how strong you can be, at least for me. I'd have to say it's a better addiction than my addiction to chocolate.
To end this entry I'd like to share a picture for those of you who might not be on Facebook. It was taken during the Fortitude Fitness Systems photoshoot by the super-talented Bob Jenks. At first I wasn't sure how I felt about the picture (I wrote about that last week). Now I've decided I LOVE it. I look strong and determined and I am both of those things, it's time for the rest of the world to see it. For the record, the tire weighed between 520 and 550 pounds, Ben wasn't sure on the exact weight. All I know was it was heavy and I cannot wait to flip it over, then flip it again.
Enjoy your day and thanks for reading!
How old am I? Supposedly it's not polite to ask a lady that question, but since I've never claimed I was a lady I'll tell you. I am 43, I'll be 44 near the end of March. I love it when people tell me I don't look 43. Can someone tell me what 43 looks like though? Not that it matters, I am in the best shape of my life and having more fun than I had in my first 42 years here.
It was a good week for exercise. I did miss yogalaties again this week, a fact that sets my teeth on edge when I remember why, but we won't talk about it. I'd hate for you to waste your time reading my rant about condescending people who think some letters after their name makes them the be-all, end-all. I'll deal with that particular person in my time in my own way. All I'll say on the matter is I strive to be professional, flexible and accommodating, but if you back me into a corner I will come out swinging. Enough said.
I've had some interesting conversations with friends this week too. As happy as I am being single there are times it might be nice to have someone to share my hopes and dreams with. I can share with all of you who take the time to read this blog, but a friend pointed out to me that I deserve to share my life with someone, that it's much sweeter that way. I do know from the whole online dating ridiculousness, that actively looking for someone won't work. I obsess much too easily and want to turn myself into someone another person would want. What I need to do is be ME and the right person will be interested. If not, no biggie, I know I can be alone and live a full, happy life.
My mentor has instituted a great concept that I'm going to borrow. I'm sure he won't mind and if he does he will find some suitable way to torment me (rope climbs, valslide army crawls....the list is pretty long). He has encouraged his clients to think back over their day and post their "win of the day". He posts one as well. It's a great way to stay focused on the positive...and I often need the reminder to keep positive.
I'd like to borrow the concept and twist it for my purposes. I want to have my "fitness win of the week".
This week will be hard. There were so many great moments, but my win of the week occurred Friday morning at about 6 am.
Friday morning's workout was a 40:20 format. 40 seconds of work/ 20 seconds to transition within a station. The station my partner and I were at was farmer carrys and kettlebell high pulls. Farmer carrys involve picking up 2 kettlebells and walking around (usually well past the time you are sure your arms are going to fall off). I was carrying the black and gold kettlebells and my partner was using the trap bar with 175 pounds on it. We were trading off, taking turns with the trap bar since the crosshatched grips seem to be there to chew the skin off your hands more than to provide any comfort.
I noticed the instructor, Tyler, adding some white kettlebells to the trap bar while I was trying to think about something pleasant during my kb high pulls (my arms falling off for instance). When that round was over he grinned and asked me if I wanted to try the trap bar. I thought about saying no for maybe half a second, then I said "sure" figuring if worse came to worse I could drop the bar or tip each end enough to dump the white kettlebells off. I got the bar off the floor and started walking, slowly. Seriously, a turtle could have beaten me at that point. Tyler did need to readjust the white kettlebells once so they wouldn't fall off, but I did my 40 seconds.
When it was over he told me I'd just carried about 265 pounds. Yep, I was hooked at that point. What can I say: I LOVE lifting heavy. It's addicting to see how strong you can be, at least for me. I'd have to say it's a better addiction than my addiction to chocolate.
To end this entry I'd like to share a picture for those of you who might not be on Facebook. It was taken during the Fortitude Fitness Systems photoshoot by the super-talented Bob Jenks. At first I wasn't sure how I felt about the picture (I wrote about that last week). Now I've decided I LOVE it. I look strong and determined and I am both of those things, it's time for the rest of the world to see it. For the record, the tire weighed between 520 and 550 pounds, Ben wasn't sure on the exact weight. All I know was it was heavy and I cannot wait to flip it over, then flip it again.
Enjoy your day and thanks for reading!
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