Once upon a time, pre-Chaim, I was running all the time. One day, it just clicked in my mind that I wanted to be healthier. Diabetes runs in my family, and suddenly I was terrified of not being able to walk with both legs in my future. Suddenly I had willpower to say "no" to brownies, ice cream, cake--anything! Sure, I had the occasional treat, but I was a driven woman. I hopped on that treadmill almost everyday, went trail running whenever I could, and loved it. It felt so good to have energy and be healthy. I ran a half-marathon in Huntsville, and could even walk the next day!
That's me in the gray pants:
Hooray! I get my hug from Scottie, who had cheered for me with the kiddos.
My friend Katie had run the 5K that day, too! She did so great!
And the cutest part--they let all the kids run a "mini race" around the block. They all wore the "Number 1", since they were all going to win! They made the race this very big deal for the kids, which Noel loved!
Her prize was orange juice...the kid couldn't have been happier!
Me and Candace Bahm--who ran the race with me. Go Us!
So, that was in September 2013.
And now, I've got to figure out how to find that same fire to run again. I don't have any answers right now. I thought they would come as I was writing this, but they didn't. So, I'll get on that treadmill again this week, and just keep going. Because sometimes, as I am learning, I just have to start.