Not a girl with thin wrists.

I’ve been working out pretty steadily for the past three months or so – trying to kick myself into shape for the Marble Mountains trip at the end of August which I’d like to do without killing myself. More recently, I’ve been trying to ground myself out a bit through daily stretching and yoga first thing in the morning. As a result, not only have I lost weight (enough that my clothes don’t fit properly), but my body has changed noticeably in definition. Yesterday I was at the gym after work, on the cursed stationary bike (oh how that thing bores me – I need to get a real bike again!) and I looked down at my hands on the bars and it struck me how damned thin my wrists are suddenly.

Now, I am not a girl with thin wrists, so it’s not like I’ve gone birdlike suddenly… but I realized that if my forearms and wrists seemed that much smaller, then it stands to reason that the rest of me is probably shrinking or the muscles are lengthened and thus making me appear smaller. Make sense? It seemed weird anyhow, as I have gone through intensively in-shape periods in the past and have never noticed anything with quite that much clarity before.

I’m feeling pretty good about the prospect of this hike at the end of August, though I am a little worried about my ankle. Even now the injury reminds me often of its presence – and it’s been almost four years! I think some visits to my physiotherapist could help assuage my fears.

Besides the physical goodness, I’ve also been officially offered the national project management position and my boss has been approached by the folks in Ottawa to release me to the project. I am so hoping to be in my new role by the end of this month, I need some new focus to get me out of the work doldrums I’ve been in.

On the downside of today, I am about to make a phone call as a union rep to someone who I find deeply challenging to deal with and will probably suck as much psychic energy out of me as she possibly can.  Yes, I know, lessons.

Lessons for today are patience (be nice to the crazy lady) and discipline (get the hell off Facebook and stop procrastinating on the call). *Sigh* 😉