I have been keeping this blog for just about 10 months now and in the spirit of looking back and moving forward, I thought I would finally tell my story. Plus, my “about me” section, is lame at best.
As I have mentioned many times in the past, I was not born a runner. Athlete, yes. Runner, no.
I never had plans to be a runner. And I definitely never had plans to be a triathlete. Ever.
But plans change.
Like I said, I have always been athletic; from the time I was small I was active in swimming, gymnastics, skating and softball. I toyed with some other sports like karate and cheerleading, but they just weren’t for me. Because of my athletic nature I basically spent my life being one of those people who could eat whatever they want and still be in shape. Of course, once high school ended and sports ended I had to find other ways to stay in shape. I joined a gym and for the most part, stayed in shape.
And you know what…I thought I was healthy.
But I smoked. I drank more nights than I didn’t. I ate anything I wanted.
A few years ago I got into a relationship with someone who was equally as “healthy” and I ate a lot more than I worked out. But I was happy. I was really, really happy, so being out of shape became okay with me. It was a serious relationship, we were in love and I was in deep. And then, for reasons I still do not know, it ended. Just like that. And I was a wreck. It was a dont-move-off-the-couch-cant-function-drink-a-lot-of-wine wreck. For weeks I would wake up, get through my day in a daze, come home and just lay on the couch. It was not pretty downright ugly.
Then I got my act together.
I decided one day that I was better than that and couldn’t live like that anymore. I rejoined the gym and slowly got into a routine that involved less food and wine and more working out. Then one night while I was at my parents house, my mom took a photo of me and I was horrified. I had really gained a lot of weight. And a walking on the treadmill a few days a week was not going to cut it.
The very next week I joined weight watchers and hired a personal trainer.
Over the course of a year I lost 23 lbs and eventually I stopped smoking too.
Tomorrow it will be two years since that horrible break-up.
…I am healthy. I am happy.