Few months ago I was talking to Christian started to talk to me about running a race with him. In my mind I was trying to think of all these excuses like "dude we just got bikes we should be riding" also shit like my legs would hurt when I try to run long distances and so on. Then he ended it with "dude you get chocolate in the end of the race and a cool sweater". SOLD. Wait how long is it again? 15k... Wait what?
Well I finished with only a week of training. 3 miles Monday... 6 miles Wednesday... And the run on Sunday... Hmmmm friends, great vibe, 49ers win and I have to say it... Thank you sis! This run is for you... Half Marathon anyone?
I'm getting tubby yall!!! When I was on dialysis I decided to change my pant size to 29. Seemed reasonable at the time cause I lost so much weight (I was 117 at one point). In my head my thought process was once I get a transplant this would be a great way to keep myself in shape YA KNOW just try to fit in my size 29 jeans. Well sh*t is back firing I am gaining my pre dialysis weight back which is 135. I BLAME MY MEDS, I BLAME FOOD, and most of all I BLAME MYSELF. I'm letting go...Even if 135 is reasonable for me...*Not really...125 here I f*ckin come... I need to be healthy because I got a second chance... and second chances are hard to come by...
*Keeping the wardrobe organized...Cause you never know who will stop by once I start getting fitted YALL...YA KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN!!!!- Jc