moniloveshugs
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Though I told myself I would not start my official weightloss program until Monday I took an opportunity tonight....
I have a friend, Johnathan, who runs EVERY night. He started running when school got out (June 3rd)... and lost 12 lbs since! He should be so proud of himself
He's doing great... 
Anyhow, tonight I asked him if I could perhaps try to run with him...
His course includes a certain path he memorized around his neighborhood. He said sure he'd let me come along today....
I did not know how powerful the man was. MY GOODNESS... or just how out of shape I was. I have done miles and miles of jogging and cycling in the gym before, but the actual outside world is so different. Seriously. Once we made it down the street and around the corner I was already gasping for air. Johnathan looked back at me and said, "Breathe through your nose and just push yourself. Don't stop running, even if you want to give up." Oh, I tried, but I found myself giving up. Each street I gasped for air. Sharp pains stabbed my side and I felt the sweat drip from my forehead. Deep within myself I felt the horror, the guilt, the shame invade my thoughts. I felt terrible for continuing to give up over and over again, though proud that I did another lap after believing I'd die after the first. Then I felt horrible because I was slowing him down. In his mind he was probably thinking, "I wish I'd just left her at home!"
Johnathan inspires me. He's opened my eyes to what I have to look forward to. While he is on his own journey and already doing great, I am starting my own. One day I will be able to run along side him, without stopping. I will lose those glorious 12 pounds that he has seen shed from his own body.
This run has also showed me what I need to work on. This, the weightloss, will be a difficult process. I will probably want to stop every now and then, but I must push forward. I have the potential to achieve my goals. I will do it. I know I can....
I have a friend, Johnathan, who runs EVERY night. He started running when school got out (June 3rd)... and lost 12 lbs since! He should be so proud of himself
Anyhow, tonight I asked him if I could perhaps try to run with him...
His course includes a certain path he memorized around his neighborhood. He said sure he'd let me come along today....
I did not know how powerful the man was. MY GOODNESS... or just how out of shape I was. I have done miles and miles of jogging and cycling in the gym before, but the actual outside world is so different. Seriously. Once we made it down the street and around the corner I was already gasping for air. Johnathan looked back at me and said, "Breathe through your nose and just push yourself. Don't stop running, even if you want to give up." Oh, I tried, but I found myself giving up. Each street I gasped for air. Sharp pains stabbed my side and I felt the sweat drip from my forehead. Deep within myself I felt the horror, the guilt, the shame invade my thoughts. I felt terrible for continuing to give up over and over again, though proud that I did another lap after believing I'd die after the first. Then I felt horrible because I was slowing him down. In his mind he was probably thinking, "I wish I'd just left her at home!"
Johnathan inspires me. He's opened my eyes to what I have to look forward to. While he is on his own journey and already doing great, I am starting my own. One day I will be able to run along side him, without stopping. I will lose those glorious 12 pounds that he has seen shed from his own body.
This run has also showed me what I need to work on. This, the weightloss, will be a difficult process. I will probably want to stop every now and then, but I must push forward. I have the potential to achieve my goals. I will do it. I know I can....