The Road is Long

For the first time in, God only knows how long, I ran a mile and a half on the road today. I've done that and longer on the treadmill but, for those of you who run on both, you know there's a vast difference.

The kicker is that I did it in under 18 minutes. That's not a great time by any means. However, when you weight around 260, and you look back two years and realize you weighed 380 pounds and would be worn out by walking a few blocks, well, it's a long way to have come.

Especially when I got on the scale after getting back and it read 257.8. A few weeks back, I had gotten down to 259.6 but had a birthday party that weekend and my dietary habits weren't good and I was back up to 265 the following week.

I've been eating better the last weeks or so but I also took three days off any kind of workouts and had more than a few beers since my last weigh in and I was hoping I hadn't gone up from that 265. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise and was a much-needed boost to my emotions.

I just read on a friend's blog that he's finally found a job and I'm happy for him. I love Titus and his family and I know it's been a little bit of a strain, so I'm going to have a beer to salute him.

I also chatted this morning with another friend of mine who had a good interview yesterday and feels strongly she'll get the job she's after.

That news gives me renewed hope that there is something out there for me and that perserverance will, in the end, pay off.

Right now, I feel good. It may be a long road but I'll enjoy what I can, I'll learn from what I can't enjoy and I'll take it all as it comes.

One and a half miles. Just 2,640 yards. Driving my truck I can cover that distance in 90 seconds. It doesn't seem that far. But the road back to where I once was is long.