I Really Did It -- I Walked A Marathon!!!

Running to the finish

I really walked a marathon -- the whole 26.2 miles!!!

It was such an exciting moment that I couldn't stop crying.

This weekend I did something… something I never thought I would do or could do. I walked a marathon – the whole 26.2 miles!!! I’ve always thought a marathon is something that thin people or people who are in really great shape do. Because of that, I never even considered this to be something that I can do or would ever be able to finish. It took a little over 12 hours and over 52,400 steps to complete but I did it!!! I never in my life ever thought I would participate in a marathon – and to finish it!!! But I really did it. When I finally finished, I couldn’t stop crying because I was so excited.

I’m so proud of myself for doing this. By setting this goal and sticking with it, I learned a lot of things.
1. I was able to do it.
2. I’m not a quitter.
3. I’m stronger than I thought I was.

To my family – Thank you so much for being there and so supportive of me throughout the day. I still can’t believe you walked the whole marathon also Dad! And Mom, you left the next day for a cruise and still came out and spent the day with me, walking and making sure everyone was well taken care off. You’re so great at that. Mandi, you’re a walking maniac. I couldn’t believe that right before I had the big meltdown, you ran ahead of me to get the Aspercreme and ice bags ready. The last thing I wanted to do was run. Jacque, you also walked with me so much, even walking the really long lap with me. That was like the never-ending lap! Bobby, I was so excited that you came and walked also before going into work. All of you were so supportive and encouraging throughout the day.

To my friends – Thank you for being so supportive and encouraging also. I am amazed at how many came to support me and even walked as much as you did.

Now that I’ve had a few days to rest, let the blisters on my feet heal, and rub away the aches and pain with Aspercreme, I’m ready to do it all over again! Doing this marathon was just what I needed to prove to myself that I’m capable of doing all kinds of things. Next up – running a mile!

Old Limitations No Longer Apply

In his book Believe That You Can, Jentezen Franklin talks about having dreams and seeing them fulfilled. One of my dreams is to accomplish my goal of losing the weight I need to lose and maintaining it. There were many things in the book that I was able to use and apply to this dream. How many times have I wanted to do something and told myself that I couldn’t because of my weight? My weight is a big limitation to me. I felt confined by the limitations that I had placed upon myself. Here are some things that Jentezen says about limitations –

We’ve had limitations imposed on us. We accept them, and we believe them, even when we have long since “outgrown” them. What does this mean to me? Don’t accept the limitations imposed on me. They no longer apply! I must determine to push down those limitations. I’m not the person I used to be and my old limits don’t apply to me anymore.

This really hit me this week when I came across some pictures from December 2004 and January 2005. I’ve looked at these pictures over and over in disbelief. I think that my weight now is higher than it was then – but what a difference in how I look and feel now compared to then. When I look at these, I see someone who’s unhappy and trying to mask it –

I’m not going to reinforce those old limitations anymore because they no longer apply. I’ve still got a long road ahead of me but I’m going for it. I don’t care what history says – I can do this!!! I’m not going to let fears torment me. I’m not going to let failure dominate me. I’m not going to let my mistakes and my past be lord over me. Today I’m taking a stand! It’s time for me to start seeing things in a different way. I’ve circled this mountain long enough; I’m ready to conquer it.

The next goal I’m reaching for is to loose 14 more pounds. That’s all that’s standing between me and my first 50 pounds lost. I’m setting a goal of being there by the first of September. Can’t wait!!!

The Scale...

Last night at the beginning of my training, I got on the scale. I don’t exactly love getting on the scale… hate it would be a better description about how I feel about it. But last night I was so excited about the lower weight shown on the scale that I could have screamed with delight or hugged somebody or something. I was just excited!!! It’s much better feeling than the yo-yo feeling that I have had lately. I’ll reach the weight I’m out now – the lowest I’ve been at the gym – and then gain a few pounds. I’ll get upset with myself and lose those few pounds till I hit my low again – only to gain those pesky pounds back again. And it also feels so much better than getting on and seeing that the weight has gone up... again! So of course now I’m back again at that low weight, I’m determined to work really hard and get past it. It’s an awful feeling to get here only to lose ground – and I don’t want that to happen again. With everything that I’ve got in me, I’m going to work at keep that from happening again. It's great seeing the hard work pay off...

Excited!!!

My latest round of workouts have been hard... very hard! The point of these workouts is to go till I can't go anymore, or I fail at doing what I'm trying to do. The point of this is to prove to myself that I can things I didn't think I could do. And it's working! One day last week, I did 66 sit ups! I just kept sitting up till I couldn't any more. And then I couldn't quit grinning from ear to ear cause I was so excited. By the time I left the gym a few minutes later, I was sore from the sit ups and the rest of the workout and my face sore from smiling so big. WooHoo!!!

Thankful to Still Believe

Believing in myself and knowing that I can do this seems to be a recurring theme for me. I know that it’s possible to lose this weight and I know deep down in me that I can do it. I mean, there are lots of other people who have done this. I should be able to also, right? But then I get overwhelmed and starting doubting. When I look at the big picture, it seems so frightening. Sometimes I feel so full of doubt, questioning if I’ll ever reach my goals. Will I reach my smaller goals along the way? And even bigger than that, will I reach the ultimate goal of losing this weight and keeping it off?

A few days ago I was talking with someone who’s on the other side of this – someone who’s already lost the weight and kept it off. I was crying – again! – and feeling so discouraged. As I sat there listening to this person talk, they person spoke about how I CAN do this and how much they believe in me.

I’m so thankful to have people who believe in me and are rooting me on. Chances are if you’re reading this, you are one of those people. Thank you!

Courage to Start

The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.
John Bingham, running speaker and writer

I ran this weekend! I don’t know how far I went or how long I ran for. It felt like I ran for forever even though it was probably only for a couple of minutes. I was breathing so hard that I was wondering how long it would take me to recover. Whatever the distance or time elapsed was, I know this – it’s the farthest and longest I’ve run in a long time. I don’t even know when the last time was I ran; maybe in grade school or junior high?

Since I joined the gym, I’ve been so afraid of running. Can I run? I know I can’t run fast so is it even worth it? What will I look like when I’m running? I know I’m going to look awful and it’s going to be embarrassing – I hope people won’t be staring at me while I run. The one thing I hate about the gym is the mirrors everywhere. The last thing I want to see is how bad I look while I’m working out. Well, the good news is that the gym was very empty of people when I ran and I ran in the Group X room (where the classes are, except there wasn’t a class going on at the time) and Jeremy and I were the only ones in the Group X room. So the few people who were at the gym were probably not even paying any attention to me. J And even though I didn’t look in the mirrors to see what I looked like while I was running, I know it wasn’t a pretty sight. But I do know this…

…I RAN!

Committed To Reaching My Goals

I’m so tired of this. I HATE being this way – feeling fat, looking fat, working so hard for nothing; thinking about it all the time. the other day at the gym, I got 2 sympathy looks. This isn’t the first time that I’ve got this look, even at the gym, but it for some reason it really hurt this time. You know the look – the one that says “Oh poor thing – look at her working out.” It’s embarrassing being the fattest person at the gym. I want to work harder when I’m there and try things but I’m embarrassed of how I’ll look when I do. If I try running on the treadmill, will I look stupid? What if I’m lifting weights and they get too heavy and drop them or something? What if I fall walking across the gym – again? What if I get stuck under a machine while trying to adjust the height on it? Will someone be there to rescue me this time? My heart hurts thinking about being like this for the rest of my life. I don’t want to spend my life fat and worrying about it, thinking about it, dreaming about one day not being fat anymore.

I don’t want to be like this for the rest of my life – fat and unable to do things I want do. Will I ever be at goal? I can’t even imagine what I’ll look like at goal, what it’ll feel like. How do I even know what’s a good goal weight to shoot for?

My prayer today is that I make the right choices and do the right things to achieve this.