A resolution that stuck
“At the end of December, 2008, I was borderline diabetic, had hypertension, and weighed 420 lbs. I couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs without wheezing, and my boyfriend of 10 years had broken up with me on Christmas Eve. Needless to say, I hit rock bottom. I decided New Years, yes, I was a New Years kid, that I had to change.
My life depending on it. My first mile walking took 25 minutes. Small progress is progress, and I kept going. I fell too many times to count, and through my tennis shoes often. My first mile that I ran straight without stopping took 13:45 seconds. I almost cried. Fast forward to the present, and I just ran my first ultra, The Pistol 50K, in January. It took me forever, but I didn’t care. I’m the turtle of the group, slow and steady, but I refuse to quit. I always want to be a work in progress. People have asked me a multitude of times…
“Why do you run?”. My answer was always…It saved my life. But now, I also realized, not only saved my life, it give me reason to want to live again. Running has added quality to my life. The pain, sweat, tears, injuries, it’s all worth it. I’ve made long lasting friendships from running, and the community of runners is like no other. I was given a second chance at life. Running gave me that opportunity. As long as I am healthy, have strong legs, and a determined heart, I will continue to run as long as I can.
I’ve learned the sky is the limit. If you fall, get back up. I believe in myself, regardless of what others think. I’m more disciplined, but still “perfectly” flawed. And that’s okay also. I’m more confident now that I’ve ever been. That goes with all aspects of life. And I’ve learned to push through the hard. The fatigue. And all the other obstacles…because they knock me down all the time. It’s getting back up, and your attitude that makes the difference.”