gone for a run

i want to be an athlete. i want to be fast. i want to be lean.

my genetics, however, always seem to have something else in mind.

i am not built to be a runner. i have hips and thighs. my feet are flat and my stride is short. but, more than anything else, i want to run.

almost two years ago, i decided to shape up - you know, adjust the diet, move around some more, the usual - no specific goal in mind, just loose some weight and see what would happen.

and what happened?

even i am not sure. a lot, i suppose. from short races to endurance distance running, my capacity for running and fitness as a whole has grown.

i am never satiated, however, and i find myself, once again, facing a desire, a decision.

right now, i do what is safe. what is comfortable. i am proud of myself for all that i have done during the last two years. never would i have imagined that i would find myself where i am today. i am so thankful for the people who have supported me along the way, the experiences we have shared, and the growth i have felt.

i am not finished, however, not even close, and i still have a lot of work to do. i am ready to develop a new training plan and stick to an educated diet. i want to learn the ways of an athlete. i want to become leaner. i want to become faster. i want to be able to run longer without feeling fatigued.

i have goals that i want to accomplish, dreams that i want to see through.

but i cannot do it alone.

"it is not the mountain that we conquer, but ourselves." - sir edmund hillary