Runner…..

Before I even owned a pair of sneakers…I decided I would become a runner.   LMAO.  How B.O.L.D of me.  To just pluck a word out of thin air, and claim it like that.  And such an active word at that.  Me?  Well, THAT “Me”…..she was passive.  Very.

But, who knew that lil old passive me…was also BOLD.  I started running.  All 277.2 pounds of me.  Ok, so I huffed and puffed more in the beginning than I ran.  But I started.  I started at the start.  AND I b.e.c.a.m.e.   I became a runner.  I ran myself down 75 pounds…..and through 5Ks, 10Ks, the Rutgers Half….and All the way to the Finish line of my first Marathon.

Damn…..BOLD.   LOL, maybe I was CRaZY!   But it was fun.  And I felt STRONGER than I ever felt in my life.  I loved it.  I loved me.  (psst….Noticing the past tense in there??  Yea…me too.)

So here I am, 2 years later — Struggling with my weight, STILL!  Gained too many pounds back.  Unhappy with my journey.    Wandering around the same 20 pounds like I’m lost in a corn maze.  It’s time to break free.  To find the starting point of a new journey.  Time to BOLDLY pluck a new word out of the air……and I think I know what it is.  Stay tuned!

Ciao for now….

Diane