Here’s my blog. I’ve been thinking about sharing for years, but never had the guts to. My dream is to run -PLOD-WOG- whatever you call running that’s not quite running, a marathon! Yes, 26.2 miles. It’s a long way.
I have had this dream since my 4th kid was born…my sister drug me into signing up for a marathon and from January of that year to July I went from gasping after 10 seconds, to running an easy pace 10 miler. I want to do that again. I loved the strength I felt, the being proud of how far I could go.
So I start this journey again. I have been blessed with a treadmill and I have been getting on it and getting stronger every day. I am lifting weights and swimming as well. It’s a tough challenge to get to my treadmill or outside every day. But I am pressing on.
A dear friend of mine just died. I am heartbroken. He was a good friend in a really hard time, and even though we haven’t been close in years, he will always have a special place in my heart. Last week I was sobbing and sobbing, feeling heartbroken. I just was so sad. It was so therapeutic to get on the treadmill and work away my sadness. I felt so much better after a good cry and working out.
I’ll be sharing my struggles and triumphs as I work on becoming more fit and run a marathon eventually.
Plodding on, NB