Color Me Rad Nashville!

Five months ago I was a sad sad overweight creaky old lady who could barely tie her shoes...Five months ago I ran for 30 seconds and felt like my lungs were going to explode and I was going to fall over and die.  Five months ago I weighed 45 pounds more than I do right now...

Five months ago I couldn't have run a 5K.

On Saturday, September 21st I finished my first ever 5K run wearing a red white and blue tutu that belongs to my 4 year old daughter because it FITS around my waist (and she thought I looked beautiful in it.) 

This was a great day.

I very nearly missed out on it too.  My weeks have been filled with sick kids and all the drama that goes along with it.  I was tired, worn out and dreading the run.  The morning of the race was cold...rain and thunderstorms...I had every excuse in the book not to get up and drive at 5:30AM in that mess of weather to Nashville for this run.

But I didn't use them.  I showed up.  BOOYAH!

And I ran...with one earphone in listening to some Pitbull as I kept a steady pace.  I ran slower than some and faster than others but it didn't matter.

I've been struggling with my progress these past couple of weeks...feeling like I'm doing it wrong, not losing fast enough, not seeing the results I should, comparing myself to others...

Now I realize how far I've come...and I'm so glad I didn't give up when it was hard.  I'm so glad I didn't fall back into old habits.  I'm so glad I finally feel like I DESERVE better health.

My current frustrations seem a little silly when I think that if I accomplish the exact same results in another 5 months I'll have lost 90 pounds, be running 10Ks and my daughter and I will still be sharing tutus.  

I am strong.

I am beautiful.

I am worth it!