The beginning of the rest of my life…
OK, now with the drama over I’ll begin the actual story!
As many of you reading this will know, Monday, April 18th, 2016 was the date of the Boston Marathon. That’s the date my wife became a marathoner! She had given birth to our son just the year past and had signed up to run the marathon for charity having the idea of “now or never!” and she did! This was also the day I subconsciously decided I was going to join the running community too.
I had NEVER been one for much physical activity and had allowed myself to get to the astonishing weight of 370lbs by the time I was 30 years old. At that point enough was enough. Four years later I had changed by diet and added in some activity and had lost over 200lbs. I had found the love of my life and we were blessed with a gorgeous baby boy! What else could a guy want or need? Running.
Experiencing my first true running community event at the running mecca of the Boston Marathon expo and just being around Boston meeting runners and their families; I was blown away! People from all walks of life, all shapes and sizes… running doesn’t care, running accepts all. It was incredible!
I had never been terribly athletically inclined and shied away from team sports as having been the “weak link” or cause for folly. Running allows you to compete with yourself. You can choose to be in running clubs or group runs if that’s your gig… or you can get out and pound the pavement by yourself and run to the beat of *your* drummer.
After finding footwear (will tell all about that miracle in a planned future post) I was off and *cough* running!
Since I’ve began I have graduated from a couch to 5k app, to running a 10k, to now training for half marathons this fall!
Running for the love of it. Running to be free. Running because I can!
Grand Canyon 2009/2014