This is NOT a picture of me. I am not a Clydesdale, and I am not blogging pretending to be a really big horse. My name is Rus, and I am Obese.
That’s it. Oh– and I will be running in the 2012 Baltimore Half-Marathon on October 13, 2012.
But wait– Obese people don’t run in half-marathons, do they?
No. But apparently, Clydesdales do.
You see, the term “Clydesdale” is used for extra-large runners. And, as I have already told you, I am obese.
Obese. Clydesdale. You get it.
So what about the Warrior part?
Well, that’s where it gets a little interesting.
I am assembling a team of warriors to help me lose this weight, train for this race, and just live a better life. Being twice the size of who I should be has its disadvantages (and let me tell you, when you get to this weight, there are A LOT of disadvantages– we’ll cover all of those little challenges in the days and weeks ahead).
These warriors include my wife, a running machine who is just doing everything right this year (running it up in her Newtons…), my nephew, who is currently fighting in Afghanistan for your freedoms and mine, my friend Trina who will push me and support me through the toughest of workouts, and an army of friends and supporters on Facebook that have become a second family to me. (Your comments, words of support, and suggestions are pure fuel to this Clydesdale Warrior. Pure fuel.)
What these fellow warriors are all telling me is that I have to be my own warrior. I need to be strict. Disciplined. Focused. Aggressive. I need to Man It Up and take control of my life, my diet, my training.
And when I accepted that role last night, everything changed. Everything now seems… right.
So here we are. The Clydesdale Warrior and you. Thanks for the cheers. They mean the world to me.
My next post will be THE STORY of why I am here. It’s a good one (though lacking some dragons, I’m afraid), so be sure to stop by in a day or so to get the real track-clomping dirt of where I was, where I am, and where I am going.