|Oh, Billy, I can't quit you.|
I had paid for these tapes, so I intended to use them, and I did. Everyday. At first I thought I would die during thirty minutes of exercise, but gradually I was able to increase my fitness and my skills. Eventually, through exercise and tracking my food choices, I lost about forty pounds.
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I do Tae Bo after losing about forty pounds.|
For nine years, I watched runners on the Blue Line run by my house for the Akron Marathon. Eventually I had two children, and together we would cheer on the runners going by our house. Each time a runner passed, and there were SO MANY runners, I was envious. I wanted to be that strong person who was running so far, so fast.
On the tenth year I decided to do something about my jealousy; I joined the Towpath Turtles. My original goal was to run a three mile leg of the Akron Marathon, but my newfound running club buddies convinced me that I had what it takes to run the half marathon. And they were right.
I intend to write about the powerful influence of a running club later; today I want to take it back to what got me started, or more precisely, WHO got me started.
It was you, Billy. If I hadn't ordered those tapes, if I hadn't stopped eating chips so I could try a jump-kick, I would never have been able to run 8.5 miles for FUN this morning. I would never have run five half marathons and a gazillion other distances since 2011. I wouldn't be blogging for the Rite Aid Cleveland Marathon, an opportunity that excites me since it combines three of my loves: running, Cleveland's funky neighborhoods, and writing.
I look forward to sharing my journey with you. I promise you that while I may take a few stutter steps now and then, I will NEVER go back to being that person sitting on the couch eating chips and watching exercise videos. I have gained so much; I intend to continue forward.
|This is EXACTLY how I look when I vow to continue to move forward.|
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