A year of fitness.

It has been a year today since I started working out with my Personal Trainer.

A year of changes and of learning.

A year ago when I started, I could just about run 5K without stopping. Slowly.  By October last year I could run 10 miles.  Today, I am training for my first half marathon.  I’ve come a long way, and lost some inches along the way.

I’d been the member of a gym forever. Only until I started to lose weight, I’d been more closely acquainted with the sauna than the weight rack. I started to go more often, usually clothed in big and baggy jogging bottoms.  I was moving my body which is always a good thing, but not getting the best from the experience.  Because I didn’t really know what I was doing.  There were machines that I didn’t know how to use, others that I was too intimated to try.

I began to have the vague idea that I would do a 10K. That this would be the big achievement.  That just maybe this former fat girl could run that far.  So I got myself a Personal Trainer.

The first session was about goals. Apparently, have a body that you would be happy to show any member of One Direction wasn’t sufficiently SMART.  So we agreed on running that 10K all the way.  Slow would be acceptable, walking would not be.

And so we began.

The short version of this story, is that I ran the 10K, all the way. Slow.  But definitely no walking.

The longer version is about what this year has taught me and given me.

I am stronger than I ever thought I could be. That includes lifting weights, but so much more too.  Because if I have done this, then I believe I can do just about anything.  I’ve signed up for more and more events this year.  Events that I might be slow at, events that are frightening me to even think about, but I know that I will do them.  I have no doubts at all.

This year has pushed me to a place that I didn’t know I could go, to become a person that I didn’t know I could be. My trainer has challenged, me, pushed me, guided me, and listened to none of my bullshit.  He has taught me that I have no limits.  In the words of my favourite song, he has taught me how to be someone.

And do you know what else?

This is just the start.

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