Another painful chapter of childhood righted today: ran a 5k race in public and did not die of either cardiac arrest or embarrassment. In January I set a goal to run a mile by June. Got there sooner than that and have been running 2-3 miles at the gym 4-5/week since April. I am equally as proud of running as I am of losing nearly 230 pounds, remembering as a kid not being able to manage gym class and those awful fitness tests we had to complete. The first time I ran a full mile (and EVERY time I have run since that day) I think about that track behind my junior high, how painful and scarring it was, and I do not for ONE SINGLE SECOND take my current fitness for granted. I can’t rewrite history, but I will no longer repeat it. My running time? Improving, but slow. And still…I plug along, getting stronger every week, cheered and inspired by so many including but not limited to @deletedmember (who ran today to support me despite an injury and a sick kid at home), @Taline Boyadzhyan, @Tory Jones, @Brian Wiley, a lot of friends who aren’t in this community and a personal trainer who kicks my ass, laughs at me cursing her when she asks for another rep of fresh hell and still manages to make me smile (especially when she says— “you’re done.”) It has taken a village…and I’ve got one hell of a freaking ROCKSTAR team behind me. Don’t give up. EVER. Even when the road seems impossibly long and difficult. Make tiny changes and decide you’re worth fighting for. #LowCarbandHardWorkForTheMotherFuckingWin. Again.

Posted by Amy Eiges at 2021-12-12 22:12:59 UTC