I was just telling Spencer and one of our mentors, Shawna, recently that I wish I could re-write an article about me that was in Runner’s World Magazine. It talks about my weight loss/type 2 diabetes transformation. It is answering the question ‘How running changed my life’. (Here is the Runners World Article)
I wasn’t even aware they were doing the profile. The first time it appeared I freaked out. Just a little. More than a year later and the story keeps popping up. It is AWESOME! I get a total thrill/shock every single time I am scrolling through a feed on Facebook or Instagram and see my picture. 🙂
But I also cringe a little every single time it re-appears. Cringe? WHY?! Well… It misses the stories about the people that are very much a part of this whole adventure and the moments that make my heart sing and some of the things no one really wants to talk about.
Given the chance, I really would like to add/edit/re-write that story to make it a little more complete. Here’s what I would add, here are some of the key additions I would want people to know…
There are people who walked every single step of this journey with me. They believed in me when I embarked on this crazy, huge, scary lifestyle overhaul. I had proved to all of them that I was really, really good at failing at diets. I have a life-time worth of experience at failing at diets. They stuck with me anyway.
My running coach, Spencer, is the one person who has put up with untold amounts of sass and tears and freaking-ridiculous-questions as I continue to learn to run. Spencer has watched each mile build into more miles and bigger goals and even bigger dreams.
My running and training partners. The ones who meet me at o’dark thirty. In the rain. With smiles and headlamps and laughter and patience. The ones who encourage shenanigans. The ones who helped me learn how to pee in the woods – and not get caught or get poison oak. 🙂 The ones who encourage me to sign up for crazy-ass distances for the fun/adventure/epicness of it – just to help me test my boundaries. The ones who spend their vacation time traveling to a race to run some of the late-stage miles with you to make sure your butt crosses that finish line.
Kyle at Gallagher’s in Salem. Kyle fit me into my first ‘real’ walking shoes when I was finally down to 280 pounds, registering for a walking marathon and had finally scrounged up every last ounce of courage I had to walk into a ‘real running’ store. Kyle was kind and helpful and never once acted like I didn’t belong in their store. Never. I still buy my shoes at Gallagher’s. I went in to see him today as a matter of fact.
They didn’t talk about how much I hated. hated. hated. those first few tentative steps that were trying to learn to run. How embarrassed I was and mortified at the thought one of my neighbors would see my 250 pounds bouncing along with my face a charming shade of ‘heart-attack red’. Or how I was breathing so hard I genuinely felt like I was going to throw up. And yet even as hard as it was, I oddly and intuitively knew I could not give up. I had to keep trying to put one foot in front of the other no matter what anyone thought. This was the make-it-or-break-it point.
They didn’t talk about how hard I worked for and how much I cherished some of the first days I ran without those extra 10 pounds of skin hanging around my belly. Or how months later when I was all healed Josh and Wendie went for a run with me in Bend (3+ hours from home), on isolated trails, so I would feel comfortable stripping down to just shorts and my sports bra to go for a run. That ‘shorts and sports bra’ dream was hatched the very first time I ever went to a race and saw women running comfortably and carefree in next to nothing. I on the other hand was carefully and strategically covered in head-to-toe compression gear just to keep my extra skin on my belly from gaining unstoppable momentum and beating me to death. I ran that day with josh and wendie in just shorts and sports bra. I felt the sun on my belly. And the sun on my mid-back. And I was running on world-class trails. With cherished and trusted friends who knew what this meant to me. I felt free, brave, happy – and comfortable in my own skin for the first time in a long time.
They didn’t talk about how when I finally ran one full mile without stopping I bawled like a baby out of pure joy and quickly called my friend Wade to tell him… I HAD DONE IT!! (Bets! QUIT YELLING IN THE PHONE!) I was hooked at that moment on asking my body to try to do more… I knew in that moment that my body was strong and my mind could be my biggest weapon if I wanted to work on them both… 🙂 Could I do a mile and half? Could I possibly run a 5K at some point? What else could I do? What else in life had I missed out on because I had been obese and immobile? Oh my heavens… I felt like the doors to the whole-wide-world were finally opening and I was getting to run though them…
They really didn’t tell the whole story.
They didn’t tell my favorite parts of my story. 🙂
And maybe that’s good.
I mean, my story isn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
I’m still really busy writing it.
6 thoughts on “It is NOT the whole story…”
I definitely don’t see myself running (I’d have black eye from my boobs) but you inspire me. Maybe it’s time to get a good pair of walking shoes, tape up my weak ankles and grab the dog.
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Do it!!!! Go walk. And tell me how it goes. :). I walked for 18 months before I ever ran a step. I still very much love walking. 🙂
Hi Betsy, I’m wondering if you had to struggle with any injuries when you first started running and how you dealt with them. I seem to work up to a couple of miles, but then start getting knee twinges and back off. Is it because I’m doing city running and not on a track or trail? Perhaps it’s my gait or my age (56!). I remember how much fun running was when I was training to climb Mt. Hood a few years ago, but then I felt a twinge in my knee and quit running cold turkey, because I didn’t want to jeopardize my climb. I’d like to run longer distances, but fear the knees won’t take it.
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Man. I NEVER had knee issues. I know good shoes are CRITICAl. But seeing a doc might be your best bet. A sports med expert. I battled lots of other issues; skin infections, pulled muscles in my back from my boobs/belly pulling… All the embarrassing injuries from bulk. My feet would HURT and ache, but simply from weight – not injuries. I don’t buy the age argument. Sorry. I run with some folks in their 70’s and possibly even older. See someone and see if you can get running again and regain that LOVE..!!!
Well, I was just joking about my age (did you see the recent NYT article about the 100-year old runner? Awesome!). No, my question was more about whether you experienced any knee pain when you began running, more due to your previous weight than other factors, I suppose, and, if so, how you dealt with it. But doesn’t sound like it was an issue for you.
Ah… Yeah. No pain, other than really, really sore feet and general aches and pains that I was already used to as an obese woman… Nothing new or alarming… Does that answer your question?