This was in early 2005 |
Weight-wise, I was miserable. I tried working out but always felt intimidated by the gym. I tried just walking around town for fun but got injured and gave up. I had tried Curves (a women's gym with hydraulic-based exercise equipment) the summer between my junior and senior years of college during an internship. Then after I graduated I joined one as an employee. I quickly lost some weight, then started their diet, and after 7 years of that, I picked up running because of my graduate school schedule conflicting with the gym's hours. This is my after picture:
From the Cinco de Miler race in May 2015 |
Despite becoming a regular exerciser and calling myself a "runner" I still find it strange when other people call me a runner or even just the more general "athlete." I went to a free yoga for athletes class a couple of weeks ago at a local running store, and it just struck me as strange for the instructor to speak in terms of all of us doing yoga for ourselves as athletes. (Not that it was a bad thing!) Then I spent a lot of the rest of the time trying on the word and thinking to myself "Wow, I'm an athlete. Look at me! I'm being athletic! Look at how I'm trying this new pose! I'm such an athlete." You get the idea. I'm still trying on that word, especially since I've been working on Runner's World's Summer Run Streak and really enjoying it.
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