So, this “running” thing

As I’ve said, I don’t particularly like exercising. Well, I don’t like the act of exercising, but I love the jello feeling after exercising. I also like the longer lasting happiness from exercising. Unfortunately the only way to get this particular rush is to exercise.

That is why I have challenged myself to start running. I will run twice a week and I will do so for at least a month. If I am successful with my challenge, I will add another day of exercise.

Here are my “beginning” photos. I’m not going to post my beginning weight, because I don’t want to focus on my weight. Instead, I will be focusing on how I feel, and how I look. Exercising on a regular basis can lead to boosts in overall happiness and positvity, as well as helps your health.


I have never posted candid pictures of myself like this before, so I’m a little hesitant; however, I want to show you what I’m working with! I want to focus on my stomach and thighs. My main goal is to just tone my muscles and become a healthier individual!

Since I’m taking my own running challenge, I’m challenging you to! I don’t care if you walk, ride a bike, job, whatever. Getting out there is what’s important! Challenge yourself to do something twice a week for one month!  After a month, I’m going to post new photos for comparison.  I will try to also give a weekly update as to my progress.

Now, I’m running about a mile at a time. Going around my block once is about .6 miles. I last ran on Monday, 7/21/14, this time running around once, and then running it again a second time, minus one tenth of a mile. In total, I ran 1.1 miles and walked another .1 mile. Running the mile took about 30 minutes. I’m hoping to shave a couple of minutes of my time by the end of the month.

Let me know about your routine! What do you do? Do you run, swim, skate board? I definitely want to hear it. Going to challenge yourself? YAY! I love buddies! Leave me a comment to tell me about it!




Never Forget

Yesterday, July 18th, was the nine year anniversary of my uncle’s death. I know that when I say uncle, some people might dismiss the importance of my uncle in my life. He was more than the uncle you see once a year at Christmas time who always buys you ugly sweaters at least three sizes too big. He and my grandmother lived one town away, and since he didn’t have any children of his own, he doted on my sisters and I.

He was a teacher at the elementary school my sisters and I went to and everyone who had him as a teacher agreed he was one of the nicest and most caring people they had ever met. He tried his best to help every student that passed through his classroom, the smart ones and especially the ones who needed more assistance.

He was diagnosed with cancer around the time I was in the 6th grade and battled it bravely. Never once did he let if affect who he was or his mission to help his students. He was compassionate about helping the less fortunate have a chance to succeed in life. My grandma still tells me stories of his old students approaching her to tell her how much of an impact he made in their lives.

He didn’t want people to focus on the fact that he was sick, that he might not make it, and he never wanted anyone to pity him. He wanted to keep living as normally as his disease allowed. Up until he was hospitalized, he went to my grandmother’s for dinner every night, tried to be at important events for my sisters and I, and always kept fighting.

One of the last times I saw him before he died, we wanted to cheer him up and offer some light in his hospital room. I didn’t want to get him a “get well” balloon, because I didn’t him to think we felt sorry for him. I wanted him to stay as cheerful as possible.  We got him a  bright yellow smiley face balloon instead. The last time I saw him alive, when he was obviously very sick, I begged my mother to let me keep his dog. See, he didn’t have a wife or kids, but he had his dog. He loved his dog, Ginger, and I couldn’t stand the thought of some strangers getting her after he died. My mother agreed.

Nine years later, I still keep that smiley faced balloon in my desk drawer and Ginger has been the best dog I have ever had. Every time I remember him, or see Ginger, I try to think about his life and how he lead it. Despite being handed a death sentence, he choose to be optimistic . He did not let it embitter him and taint his view on the world or life. Instead, he remained one of the strongest people I know. So I want to honor him by being as kind and generous as he was, eternally willing to help the underdogs of the world to reach at least one step higher.

In loving memory Uncle Randy. Born January 31 1955-July 18 2005.

Uncle Randy

Uncle Randy