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February 18, 2008

Back in the Saddle

Hi everyone!  I'm back.  Okay, I know some of you are wondering what happened to me and where I've been.  So I'm going to be brutally honest about it.

I burnt out...badly.

I've been doing the online weight loss scene for a while now and it was getting to be so much work.  Answering questions, reading posts, writing the blog, postings, countless hours of research....and so on.  I'd spend far more time doing that than I did working out. 

So one day I just said I was going to take a week off...and a week turned in to a month...and months.  Its my own fault really.  I have a tenancy to obsess on things I like doing until I squeeze all the joy out of them.  Then I keep doing them out of habit until I resent the time lost to the once enjoyed activity. 

Anyway, I'm back and I'm working toward a new goal....the Chicago Marathon.  Last year my daughter, my step father, and I agreed that we would try to run it together this year. 

While on hiatus, I let my distance runs shorten up.  So my first order of business is to increase my distance up to 8 miles.  Right now I'm just doing around 3 miles.  Which brings me to this past weekend's activity.  I ran another 5k.  This was a first for me because I've never raced in the rain before.  It doesn't sound like it would be that different but it was.  I was freezing by the time we started.  I should have worn a long sleeve shirt.


Speaking of shirts, I did wear on my my TFG shirts.  Which lead to a funny story.  One of the younger runners was there with his dad.  I could hear them behind me.  The boy was having trouble keeping a good pace.  So his dad told him, "just keep up with that fat guy".  RUDE!

Every time he got rested, he'd start running again, catch up with me, then slow back down to a walk for a while.  Then closer to the finish line he started running past me, slowing to a walk, then running ahead again when I caught up.  Meanwhile, I'm keeping a steady pace the whole race, keeping my reserves ready for the finish line. 

Once the line was in sight, I said out loud the thing I always say, "The breaks are off!"  And I started to burn my reserves in a sprint for the finish....blowing by the young runner.  His father speed up too, trying to keep up but I could hear his footfalls getting farther behind me.  I pushed harder, passing as many runners as I could.

Never underestimate the fat guy!

Here's another fat guy that you shouldn't underestimate...


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