With three marathons and a triathlon under my belt, I was fit, confident, proud. Then a combination of a love of cooking, good wine, and a comfy couch changed all that. Before I knew it I had traded in my running shoes for chardonnay and re-runs of Two and a Half Men. A short three years later, I was no longer fit, I was slow. No longer confident and proud, I was overweight and insecure. I tried several times to get back into running, but I was embarrassed and discouraged. I knew it would take years to get back to my previous level, so I would quit every time.
No more. No more quitting, no more excuses. I don't have to be an uber-athlete to get out there again, get healthy and run across another finish line.
I am a runner - a slow and fat one. This is my journey.
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