Plodding On

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