Putting One Foot in Front of the Other

I know I promised that I’d get to the story of how I actually put the wheels of change in motion that led me to successful weight loss.  And we’re almost there.  There’s so much in that piece of the big story, though, that I’m struggling with how to fit it into blog sized pieces.  My plan is to begin telling that story next week.  In the meantime, though, I’m going to catch you up on what’s occupying my thoughts and time right now.

Marathon training.  That’s right.  I’m training for a marathon,  my first!  A marathon is 26.2 miles, in case you weren’t sure, and signing up for it was one of those staring down fear moments.  I’m 43 years old, have never run a marathon, and just started running a little over 2 years ago (that’s a story for another day, too).  My sister tells me (affectionately!) that I’m a little bit crazy, and sometimes, when I think about running 26.2 miles, I think she might be right.

I’ve been told that the hardest thing about running a marathon is training for it.  I’m finally at the point in my training where I’m starting to see the truth in that.  Last November I ran my first half-marathon, and until race day, I’d never run 13 miles.  Now, my training runs are 13 miles and getting longer.  Total weekly mileage is increasing too, so running is taking more and more time.

Here I am after finishing the half-marathon, feeling exhilarated at my accomplishment.


It’s hard coming home from a 12 hour night shift and going for a run.  Really hard.  But I want to be a marathon finisher; I really, REALLY want to be a marathon finisher.  So I lace up my running shoes, choose a favorite playlist, and hit the pavement.

IMG_0214Last fall, training for a 15K and then a half-marathon, we ran a lot of hills.  In the Oklahoma heat, running hills just stinks.  Our coach would hear us whining and say, “Don’t think about how hard it is; think about the fact that there’s air conditioning waiting for you when you finish.  Think about how beautiful the trees are, what a gorgeous day it is.”  In other words, don’t focus on the pain.  Focus on the end result.

So if I want to be a marathoner, I’m just going to have to run the miles.  I’ll just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.  There’s no two ways about it.  It’s hard and sometimes not much fun, but I try to imagine what it will be like to cross the finish line at mile 26.2.  I can’t wait to find out!

What goals do you have?  What’s something you had to work hard at to accomplish or something you’re working on hard now to accomplish?

Author: Juanita

Thanks for dropping in! I'm Juanita. People tell me I don't look like a Juanita since I'm red headed and freckled with super pale skin, but what's in a name, right? I'm a 40-something, single (as in no kids, never been married) gal from Oklahoma. I'm a nurse and most importantly, a follower of Jesus. I love chocolate, am scared of heights, and petrified of snakes. After my fortieth birthday and coming to grips with the fact that I was obese, I discovered I'm a runner and a CrossFitter, and that there's a whole lot of life left to live. I just had to get past the fat, stare down the fear, and realize that 40 is not too old for new beginnings. So this is the story of my struggles and adventures in the quest to live a healthy life in mind, body, and soul.

2 thoughts on “Putting One Foot in Front of the Other”

  1. You’re a decade younger than I was when I ran my marathon. Yes, the training is hard but finishing that event feels amazing! Glad to watch your journey!

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