Sometimes I forget how far I've come with running. Today while I was running my 7 miler I passed a lady pushing a stroller with 1 kid in it and 1 kid running along side her. She was going at such a pace that she might as well have been walking. When I passed her I flashed back 3 years ago when I would take both kids in the stroller across the street to the local high school track and run laps while pushing the kids. I would go SOOOOO slow, the kids would fuss, and people would look at me like I was nuts. But, I was out there getting it done. I knew it was something that I had to do to better myself and I would do anything it took to get out there, even if that meant that I would have to push 2 fussy kids in a stroller. I feel so proud of people like her. People who do what it takes to get things done. It's nuts that in 3 years I have lost weight, gained weight, gone from running 1 mile and thinking that was the hardest thing to running 7 and thinking nothing of it.
Today's run was good. It was windy and about 1/2 way through the temps started to drop. There were some HUGE storm clouds moving my way. I finished right before it got over head. I kept a 10.49 pace...NICE! I felt good!
I love life. I love running. I love what running has done for me and my family. I am a much happier person. Tomorrow's my weigh in day. I am REALLY hoping that I lose that .4 that will take me to 50 pounds lost total. 50 lbs is a LOT! After that I have 5 to go and then I will have reached my goal! YAY!
I know that this isn’t the end of the road for me.
23 hours ago