Yesterday, Ginger pondered why she runs. Lately, I’m asking myself the same quesiton.
One weeknight in January 2006 I got out of bed, put on a pair of running shoes and headed to the gym.
I weighed 235 pounds.
I didn’t run that night.
Heck, I could barely walk.
It took me six months to lose fifteen pounds. A year to lose sixty. Three years to lose 100. Not exactly the results you see on Biggest Loser.
And then, finally, I could run.
At first, as I lost weight I got faster. As I continued to run to lose weight, I also started to care about my performance and get a thrill from the PRs. The more and faster I ran, the more calories I burned. By my first half-marathon, I’d lost over 120 pounds. I’d exceeded my weight loss goals, but I’d only started to touch my running goals.
And that’s the problem. I have a constant mental struggle between maintaining my weight loss and reaching my running goals. Read more >>