““Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat, and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.”
We had a group of folks over at ma’s house a couple of days ago to hear about what I have been doing. One is an experienced marathoner and his interest was how I handled the tremendous burning of calories.
I think my weight was around 155 to 160 pounds when I jogged out of Savannah. I struggled to get enough calories and at one point my weight dropped into the low 140’s.
I had to eat bunches of high calorie food, and that was fine. Keeping my weight up was tough from start to finish.
I remember eating a lot of meals at Subway.
We enter the starting blocks of life not knowing the length of the race. Our life may be a sprint, or a marathon. We are not told in advance. All we can decide is how we will run.
“It was a world promising all that we could desire, newer, better, brighter. We put our faith in the dreams they sold, in the machines to save us labor, clothes to make us more alluring, furnishings to give us greater comfort. Yet the one thing we could not do without, could never be bought, no matter how generous the terms, and it was love. Love in all it’s forms, precious, fragile and enduring. The priceless gift that made our lives worthwhile. Invisibly upholding us, demanding no repayment, offered in silence, more precious than gold”
Something keeps telling me to keep going, no matter what occurs. I struggle when I speak with friends that say they are done. That doesn’t sound right for me. I like this quote by Martin Luther King Jr.
Symbolic, on foot trip, from Goffs California and go north on Lanfair Rd to Nipton Rd, turn left and stop at Interstate 15.
From Hazlehurst, Georgia to Barnesville, Georgia on Hwy 341
Start where I’m standing, when the time is right and go until the time isn’t right, and then stop.
He is my little friend and today is the one year anniversary of his birth. I think about him every day, especially when I run.
Numerous times that question has popped into my mind, always the same answer, never any different. It was because more calories went in, than my body used. My decisions were my responsibility, and they, the decisions, were what they were. The picture above was of me when I had reached my highest point, approximately 272 pounds. I knew the consequences, but ate to much anyway.
Sitting here reflecting on the past few days makes for good feelings. Being grateful for every second, no matter what occurs, tells me my heart continues to pump ferociously. That’s the way my parents showed us, that’s how they framed it. My parents would like this cartoon, as would my brother.
The goal is to weigh 160 pounds by June 30, 2018 and then maintain that weight.
This morning the scales read 165 pounds and the 160 is indeed, in sight.
160 is close to maintenance weight when I was averaging 12 miles on foot daily.
Since January 24th, 2016, my miles per day has dropped to approximately 3 and 1/2.
Now that my average on foot per day has dropped, managing my weight takes a little more work.