A first, today: I got on my Peloton bike with the intent of setting a new personal record. And then I did.
I realize this is not earth-shattering. But it matters.
It matters because it marks a shift for me. I’m pretty sure this is what all those new-agey people mean when they talk about living with intention. I’ve heard that phrase before, but never gave it much thought and certainly never internalized it. Now, I get it. And I dig it. And I’m doing it, apparently.
I got 8.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night (Hallelujah!!). I shed the 2.4lbs of water weight that I was carrying around yesterday. I signed up for two back-to-back 20-minute live Peloton rides: a HIIT (high intensity interval training) ride at 10:30 and a groove ride at 10:55. I got on my bike feeling strong.
“I’m going to set a new PR on this ride,” I thought to myself.
My previous PR for a 20-minute ride was 148. My HIIT output today was 172. Done.
I told myself I could use the groove ride to recover, but I had energy reserves so I pushed myself to an output of 161 on that ride. Two consecutive rides, both better outputs than my previous record. It’s a good day for a good day.
Am I starting to live with intention? Like, for real? Could I ever have achieved this level of self-confidence and self-assurance if I were still drinking like I was? I think not. I feel like I am starting to discover who I really am. Underneath my supermom athleisure uniform, having ditched the alcohol bloat, I’m reacquainting myself with myself. Or perhaps I’m meeting myself for the first time. TBD.