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| it reads Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon Finisher |
I got this tattoo in 2009 after completing my first (and last) marathon. I was actually thin for maybe a year during this time, it didn't last long and for some reason was the one and only time I was able to lose any significant amount of weight with diet and massive amounts of exercise.
The top picture is of a training quarter marathon run November of 2008, the last is of me crossing the finish line after the OKC marathon. That my friends is what pure exhaustion looks like.
Looking back at it I am not sure what the hell I was thinking. I had been working out really hard 3-4 times a week with a trainer and hated to run, but I was sent out of town for work for 6 weeks and we decided that the best way to stay in the exercise groove was to do the C25K training program to keep up with my cardio. I was so excited when I ran 20 minutes without stopping for the first time that I decided I could run forever. I was loosing weight and in a really good place. When I got back from my assignment my trainer was impressed. I started running with a running group in conjunction with working out with the trainer. Running was never easy, but it was a challenge that I had conquered.
The marathon itself was a blast for the first 13 miles despite the fact that I got horrible blisters on the bottoms of both feet that covered about 1/2 my feet I noticed these somewhere between miles 7 and 9. I am not sure I have ever been in so much pain. It wasn't fast and it wasn't pretty but I finished. As a matter of fact they had ran out of medals by the time I had crossed the finish line (good thing I wasn't physically able to go bat sh!t crazy at that point).
Here's the thing. Running got harder for me instead of easier. I don't know why but my times kept getting worse and worse; I was so discouraged. I was also maintaining the same level of activity but gaining weight. My doctor did every test known to mankind but found no reason for it. I got very depressed and just dropped out of everything. Of course that made the weight come on faster. I eventually went back to the gym and running with my friends but the trend never reversed and I kept on gaining. If I hadn't had lap band surgery I am sure I would be well over 200 pounds in a years time.
So, here I am.....Even though I never had been a runner I had told people for years that if I ever finished a marathon I would get the finishers medal tattooed on my foot so there you have it. Now that I am "fat" I am kind of embarrassed by it. People ask me about it and I tell them what it is and I feel like they look at me in disbelief (yeah right, fat girl ran a marathon). Or worse their reaction is "oh, your a runner". I am not much of a runner. I can barely do 1:1 intervals for a mile without passing out. It kind of makes me feel like a big fraud.
I don't want to feel like that anymore. I want to run the flying pig half marathon this spring and finish in under 3 hours like a real runner.
I want to be proud of my accomplishment again.

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