I had to move all my belts in a notch this week. That's an exciting development - it had been quite awhile since any "downsizing" had occurred! I'm supposing the vegan thing probably pushed my body back into losing mode, though it's just a theory.
Checking the weather on my phone today after work, I discovered it was 52 degrees outside! Oh golly. I hustled home to change clothes and grab Lulu. It still gets dark pretty early, but I was able to squeeze in a very short, very slow ride down a long brick street (only about 4 miles and 30 minutes). Yippee for unseasonably warm.
But the biggest hooray I have for the day is this: as I left for lunch, I realized I was *bouncing* up the steps. As in, not plodding up, one heavy step after another. As in, not pulling myself up by the handrail. As in, getting a little air with each step up.
It shocked me. I can remember bouncing up the steps in my high school as a teen. I can't remember bouncing up any stairs, EVER, since then. This was as great as that day last May when I first stood on Lulu's pedals. It tickled me so much that I had to try it again, on purpose this time, later in the afternoon. Bounce, bounce, bounce. All the way up 2 flights of stairs!
So...I've been meaning to start doing some stairs maybe on my non-running days. Maybe now with a lighter step is the perfect time to try it?