It has taken a while for me to work up the nerve to begin writing my story. I can’t exactly pin-point why. I am not ashamed of my past; maybe it is just hard to relive it. I think my hesitation has been that my memories may be recalled differently by the people that lived through these events with me. I found the quote below nearly 10 years ago when I was reading a memoir and it has stuck with me ever since.
“There are three sides to every story: yours. . . mine. . . and the truth. No one is lying. Memories shared serve each other differently.”
— Robert Evans
Before I jump into telling how I started running, I think it is worth telling a little bit about how I became a 14 year old that was 5’3″ tall and weighed 230 pounds.
Long before childhood obesity was a buzz word and the primary concern being addressed by the First Lady of the United States, I was an above average sized kid. I guess you could say I was a trend setter. 🙂 I came of age as the first Nintendo Entertainment System entered living rooms across the country, planting the seed for a future generation of children that got little to no exercise while sitting in front of their television sets. While my brothers only occasionally played the Nintendo, I developed a deep personal relationship with it. When I was not at school, I was playing Mike Tyson’s Punch Out and The Legend of Zelda for hours on end.
Sitting in front of the TV playing video games did not make me overweight on its own. As you can see in the picture below where I am looking at a bag of Peanut M&M’s like a grown man looks at a Victoria’s Secret model, I have always had a natural pull towards a wide variety of foods, both healthy and unhealthy.