My blog, 278toBoston.com is named for a reason that most of you understand. To be honest, it has really helped keep me in line and give me motivation over the past year or two.
I struggle in two main areas.
When I weighted 278 lbs, I never thought I could lose that weight. I honestly thought I’d die of some heart related disease and everyone who got on to me about my weight would say, “See I told you so.” I had a hard time with long term goals. Losing 100 lbs wasn’t possible. Running a marathon as my dad had, wasn’t possible. Living a normal healthy life after 50 wasn’t possible. After all, not only was I obese, but I had hip and leg problems. In fact my legs and ankles were beginning to swell and just walking up the steps was a difficult task.
One day, on an 11 hour drive home from visiting Chicago (the “fat” pic on the side of this blog was taken that weekend), I had to drive the whole way home and couldn’t stay awake. I almost couldn’t make it home. I had to stop twice to sleep. Ends up I had severe apnea. At my sleep study I was told that I stopped breathing 110 times in an hour.
Things were not going well.
Seasons of change come and go. I’ve learned over the years that when a season of change (a good change) comes, I need to take it and run with it or it will pass me by. In a season of change, I went to a Dr. appointment with my Lovely Wife and that doctor helped me. I lost weight, I began running, I lost more weight, I began racing, and finally ran a marathon last September.
To be honest, I still struggle with weight and goals. My weight is consistent, but is about 10 – 15 lbs over where I should be. My goal (in my blog name) of making it to Boston one day seems but a dream. It can get so overwhelming.
Sometimes you need a sign.
As I was running a few weeks ago, I was in a new neighborhood and ran past a house with a teen boy kicking a soccer ball. As I ran past, he waved and said hi and I returned the greeting. I thought, “How nice! Most kids look down and ignore me as I run, but he said hi and smiled”.
A few days later I was running by the same house. That boy has not been out since, but as I ran by I noticed his mailbox.
A sign? I hope. Maybe I can do this. I just need to go with the season of change and believe: