Moving with Purpose


I use to envy my daughter and the way she could run so effortlessly. She runs without even thinking about it, she runs because she can. I remember being athletic when I was younger, I remember when moving was easy.

Even before my herniated disc, the constant pain nerve pain, and being bed ridden I wasn’t in good shape; I was almost 300 lbs. and my exercise included walking from my door to the car and then after sitting in traffic for an hour walking from the car to my office building then 10 hours later back to the car, traffic, and then car to front door. That. Was. It. Maybe a few hundred steps a day. Maybe.

Even though I was sedentary I encouraged my child to play outside, swim in the pool, and take karate – she was active all the time, I was (still am) her biggest supporter: I cheered her on but I secretly wanted to be like her - I wanted to be strong and agile. At almost 300 lbs. it felt impossible, exhausting, and lonely and I thought that I was never going to get to move effortlessly again.

 

Over the last 14 months I have lost over 125 lbs. and I am a weight lifter, I go on hikes, take the dogs for long walks, go swimming and just recently tried running: I didn’t get very far and my lungs felt like they were on fire but that didn’t matter, the fact is I wanted to run and so I did. It might not be effortless but it wasn’t hard. This is the first time I am moving with purpose in my adult life and it is freeing. 

I'm off to the gym to lift and The Kid is going to a Strength and Speed Camp. I love that now I don't have to push my daughter to be active, I show her and that will make all the difference in her life. 

I'm off to the gym to lift and The Kid is going to a Strength and Speed Camp. I love that now I don't have to push my daughter to be active, I show her and that will make all the difference in her life. 

Now she wants to be like me