Upon contemplation

I started running a few months ago to loose weight. I started by running a little bit and then moving up the distance a little every few days. Being a mom to two, plus caring for an extra child during the day meant that I was on my feet, but also eating extra food that hadn't been eaten by the little ones didn't help matters. Unfortunately, with the closure of the gym that I had been going to, it also meant no time to work out. So I decided that I had to start doing something, and now. Even with regular gym attendance last year, I hadn't lost any weight and without gym attendance I started gaining weight pretty rapidly. Then my blood work came back from the Doctor's office and while my cholesterol levels were normal, my heart was inflamed. Well, unwilling to alter my diet that much I opted for movement and here I am running 3+ miles (except when it's too dark in the morning and I cut it down a bit), 4 days a week at 6:30 am.

I've noticed several things in my journey thus far and I wanted to start journaling them. Mostly they are conversations with friends, reactions from strangers and a couple of articles that got my brain rolling with thoughts. I've already run a couple of races, and did better than anticipated. I hope to continue with the 5K races and eventually move up to half-marathons (~13 miles) and marathons (~26 miles), but currently, I'm just going with the flow.

Oh yes, and I'm fat. In case you couldn't tell from the title, and no I won't change the title if I loose a bunch of weight unless I become disonected with these feelings of fatness.