Thursday, June 24, 2010

My Story

7 months ago when I began my journey to lose weight, I never thought my life would change so much. I knew I could only dream about how different I would feel. One of those dreams was to be a runner and to run a half marathon. It was one of those things that I didn’t really think would happen, but I knew that if I got there I would have overcome every one of my self imposed fears and limitations.

Fast forward to mid March and I my dream of becoming a runner was starting to get real traction in my mind. I was half way to my first goal weight and had started to love my long walks (with a little jogging thrown in). I signed up to do a 5k in May and began looking at half marathon training programs. I had begun to love running and wanted to see how far I go.

In May I ran my first 5k. It was a wonderful experience and even though I ended up walking a good portion of it I hit a personal best. It was a great experience and I finished knowing I wanted to do it again and that I could do even better next time.

Today, I am starting week three of my half marathon training. I am still obese (I HATE that word) and am the slowest runner in the class, but I am there and doing my best. Last week we ran 4 miles and there were a few points when I thought I had made a big mistake. I finished last, but I made it through and by the time I got home I was looking forward to the next run. Secretly, I wonder what alien took over my body, but honestly the feeling of accomplishment is so wonderful that it is very addicting. Tonight we run 5 miles. I know I will be last, I will finish.

Tonight I will remember the woman who 7 months ago had deep dark secret desire to run a half marathon. I will remember the woman who couldn’t run mile if she had to. I will remember and I will finish – for her and for me.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, five miles!! You're incredible! I can't wait to hear how it went!

    I remember a couple of years ago, I was waiting around in an airport and a bunch of ladies got off a plan who were wearing their victory shirts after running a marathon. I was in awe of them, they looked like goddesses to me. I said to my boyfriend, "I wanna run a marathon." He laughed a little. Not in a mean way, but he knew just how lazy and unmotivated I was at the time - we both were, really. It pissed me off a bit and I told myself, "I'm gonna prove him wrong someday!" but I don't think I really believed it. But having seen so many amazing women pick up their jogging shoes, start slow, and who are now running marathons and 5ks, I'm totally convinced it's something I can do! So thanks for leading the way! =)