If you're a longtime reader of this blog, you probably know all about my previous struggles with weight. Well, actually, there wasn't much struggling because weight won out. Of course, my life's in a much different place now and I am far more active than I ever used to be.
|On Yvie's second birthday, Oct. 2005|
|With a very young Kennedy, Feb. 06|
|At Disneyland Summer 2008|
I'm still the same person inside now as I was back then, although now I've been injected with a jolt of confidence and self-esteem that I did not possess before. Motivation too... well there are a lot of qualities I unearthed under the 120 pounds I shed, but those are ones that stand out.
Part of the reason I love to run is because of how I used to look. I could never have dreamed of running one mile before. That would have been next to impossible. One mile for 300-plus-pound LB was just not going to happen. And seriously, a marathon? Yeah, right.
But of course now things have changed a lot. One-mile runs also don't happen these days simply because I've barely broken a sweat a mile in.
So if I'm not stressed over my pace too much, if I don't ever qualify for Boston or break the four-hour mark of a marathon, or break any of the PRs I've set, you know what? I'm not going to be too upset over that.
Every race, hell, every run is a gift. It really is.
And that won't ever change.