Since so many of us are knee deep in resolutions right now–and since I’ve recently heard from many friends that they are going to attempt to become runners–I thought I’d add an extra post this week for all of you who are in the thick of trying to have more fitness resolve.
Today’s post is a re-post from 2011 and it is the story of my journey to fitness. Fifteen years and forty pounds ago, with two little babies and my right leg in a cast, I could barely walk a mile, much less run it. This story is about the way that, truly, each pound begins with one, terrible, little ounce.
Whether you walk, run, bike, swim, do yoga, or whatever, having a healthy body is something you’ll never regret putting your efforts into. I promise you that. You can do it, too!
Hope you are having a terrific week!