I'm a 27 year old mother of two, I've been married for 7 years to an Army man and we are currently stationed in Oklahoma. Originally, I hated living here, hated everything about it, but running has really changed my outlook on things. The weather here is usually pleasant and it rarely rains, perfect for an avid runner.
I wasn't always a runner, in fact it wasn't until very recently that I started thinking of myself as a runner. I've struggled with my weight my whole life, I'm a big girl (and that's not just because I'm 5'10"). I played soccer until I was a senior in high school but I still didn't think I was cut out for running. In college I briefly experimented with running, i.e. a few weeks, but quickly gave it up for
After college I started having babies and had little time to myself and when I did get a moment to myself I usually spent it lounging around and probably baking goodies. My weight started to really climb and my self-esteem plummeted. After several years being considered morbidly obese my weight started taking a toll on my health.
At the same time my mother was hospitalized for complications with a heart procedure I was diagnosed with high blood pressure, I was devastated. I knew I didn't want to end up in and out of hospitals my whole life like her but I also knew I needed help. I went to my doctor and asked about Lap Band and before I knew it I was having surgery.
At first the weight dropped quickly, I was learning how to eat with my new stomach and I lost 20 pounds, easy peasy. After that though it got harder. I started to pick up new vices, I knew what I could get away with and it kept me from my weight loss goals. I was having a lot of personal problems and I found new ways to soothe my pain with food.
After a lot of deliberation my husband and I decided to move me and the kids to Houston, even though Houston didn't work out, this was the best move we ever made. In Houston I was able to focus on me again, I started going out with friends and the biggest change was that I started running. My cousin (a.k.a. running partner) and I decided to set a goal to run a half marathon, it was a lofty goal, I haven't achieved it yet but I'm still working on it.
We researched online and drew out our running schedule to start. We chose a "couch to 5K" program and modified it a little. We made a pact, "no excuses" ever, no matter what. Week 4 and 5 were the hardest, that was when we needed each other the most, but we stuck with it. It helped that we had already signed up for our 5K so there was no going back, we didn't want to embarrass ourselves.
Race day came and I was so nervous, I was excited to be doing something new but scared because I didn't know what to expect. Of course, we chose one of the biggest 5K's in Houston, there were a ton of people there, I was a little intimidated by all the runners there. I felt like an impostor, I wasn't a runner and surely, they would figure me out.
Once the race started my adrenaline started pumping and I was hooked. I loved the energy from everyone there, I loved the competition, pushing myself to run harder, faster, better. It was an amazing experience, I did better than I had thought and as soon as it was over I started planning for my next race. Six months later and I'm still planning my next race and I'm still working toward my goal. I still love the miraculous way my mind clears the moment my shoes hit the pavement, I lose track of time and push my body to be something better than it was, losing 50 pounds is just an added bonus.