How my journey started

As you can probably tell by my first few posts, I’ve never really been the athletic type. In high school I spent most of my free time either reading or playing on the computer. Gym class had always been a nightmare.

I tried to get more into fitness in college, since the price of the membership to my university’s gym was built into my tuition anyway. I actually did pretty well for a while. At least three days a week I’d hit the treadmill and the weights, until I was actually able to jog a mile straight. That was huge for me, and it was something I was really proud of.

Unfortunately life decided to throw me another curve ball, and that year I had my first episode of tachycardia mixed with atrial flutter.

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Running away from The Walking Dead

I just wanted to share today’s triumph with you all. Today was a really long, rough day, and I’d been debating since yesterday whether I should run or not. Generally, I’m trying to run 3 or 4 times a week with rest days in between. I can’t run on Thursdays because I volunteer, and today I had a doctor’s appointment immediately after work which had me walking in my door at about 6:15 – past dark.

You wanna guess the first thing I did when I got home? Kicked off my shoes, turned on The Walking Dead, and popped a homemade soft pretzel into the oven.

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Slower than the “fat girl”

Some of the most discouraging words I’ve ever heard in a school room came from the mouth of my gym teacher during my freshman year of high school. I knew a couple of kids for whom gym was the best time of day – they got to run and scream, and usually they got to throw volleyballs at the slow kids like me. (Don’t get me wrong here, I threw plenty of volleyballs myself. I just had extremely crappy aim.)

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