The Beginning

Well this is it; I decided to jump on the Blogging bandwagon. It seems anymore that everyone has a blog. I have always wondered why people had blogs, and then I started reading some and realized that it is a great way to get your thoughts out there and get things off your chest. I have never been much of a writer; I have struggled with spelling and grammar since I was in Kindergarten. Because of the embarrassment of it I just hated writing, if I had to I knew I would spell everything wrong and my grammar would be wrong. So I decided at a young age that writing sucked and just did not do it. Now look at me with a blog. If you are reading this please excuse my spelling and grammar OK.


Pretty much all of the blogs I follow are from runners. Running has become a HUGE part of my life. It is funny how over the years your life can change so much. Growing up I was the smoker, drinker, burnout, party girl, who never worked-out at all. Working-out was not even in my vocabulary; it was all about going out and parting. Don’t get me wrong here, I had fun and although things have change drastically in my life I would not trade those years for anything. But today all I think about is exercise; I want to work out all the time. I think the big change came when I got my divorce. I was so unhappy back then I guess you can say I hit bottom. My salvation was the gym. I joined a bodybuilding gym by my dad’s (I moved back home after the divorce) and started going at 4:30am Mon-Fri. I was overweight and had no clue what I was doing, but I was going to get in shape. The only people at the gym at that time were people who were serious about working out, I mean if you get up at 4:30 to workout you are going to get in a good workout or you mine as well have slept in. I don’t know what they all thought of the short fat girl who obviously had no clue what she was doing, but after a couple of months we would all talk. Then they all started to train me, show me what they did and how to do things the right way. Hey free personal trainers, I guess they realized I was not going away so they should try and help be before I broke everything in the gym.

This is where my love with working out started, and when my life changed. I ended up quitting smoking because I was pissed that I worked out so much and still was out of breath climbing 3 stupid flights of stairs, so the smoking had to go. Then this all just became a part of my life. I finally got into running after I had my baby. I was talking smack with some people from work about running a 5k and then realized that I better start training if I did not want to look stupid. I ran most of that race with y sister, my now husband and pushing my daughter in her stroller. This is where my Love of running started.

Life changes, we gotta learn to roll with it!