I ran cross country in high school. One season. I hated it.
I tried track the following spring, and that wasn't for me.
And with that, I gave up high school sports. The trend continued into college, and onward.
In mid 2007, I picked up running. I was finally ready. It was the outlet I needed at the time, and I started finding my way. I almost ran a half marathon that year, but bowed out due to some family circumstances. I did more running the following year, and the next half year, until mini-Raul was born.
Then, I got lazy. I'm not going to blame my son. It's on me. And, to make matters worse, I ate and drank like I did when I ran.
Fast forward to May 8th, 2011. Mother's Day. Family photos, etc etc. I looked at those pictures and said.. "Shit. I need to get myself in order."
May 13th, I had a hot water heater installed. When the plumber left, I said, "What should I do now?"
The only answer was.. to get out there. I started the process. Running. Again. Finally.
I had a fleeting thought while I was out there. "OMG, there's a half marathon.. 5 miles away! It's in 2 days! I run on some of those roads! That'd be awesome!" Until, well, I saw what rough shape I was in.
I started eating a little better. I kept running. I started doing Weight Watchers.
I met up with Jillian on DVD. And Tony Horton. And I busted hump. Every. Fricken. Day.
I ran in the rain. I ran in the snow. I worked out before work. I got it done.
...Fast forward to today. Cinco de Mayo. The eve of my half marathon. Almost a year later. I'm down 63 pounds. 30% of Raul, gone. I'm in the best shape of my life.
I don't have any aches and pains, I've been listening to my body.
I'm ready to go slay this dragon.
Keep on rockin'