I was a soccer player, from the time I was 5 until I was 17 and had to have reconstructive surgery on my knee.  Years went by, I had a few illnesses, I gained some weight.  I got married, I had kids and survived what was NOT a happy marriage and got out.  I found running when my now 9 year old was 9 months old. I fell in love with it and before I knew it I was running long distance races back to back, we are talking back to back 1/2 marathons and even the Goofy Challenge, 13.1 miles Saturday, 26.2 miles Sunday, then running another 13.1 the next weekend and the weekend after that another 26.2 miles.  I was addicted.  Then INJURY!  I took time off, but managed to pull out another marathon with NO training.  I got sick, that was a bad idea.  I took time off from racing and traveled the world.  I gained weight.  I was in Greece indulging in homemade Greek wine in a little rug shop and it had started sprinkling, wet cobblestones, too much wine and double jointed ankles don't mix.  I broke my ankle in 2 places.  I thought it was sprained, I was wrong.  2 years and 40 pounds later, here I am.  I did my first 2 miler (Couch to 5K - W1D1,) I'm going to regret it, but I'm not going to let the soreness stop me, I'll do it again on Thursday.  It was brutal today.  Tomorrow, I'm hitting the gym, for the first time in over 2 years.  I hope I don't slow down, I hope I can keep this up...I'm at the 175 mark...my goal is to just get below 170 so I can get into my larger running clothes, at 140 I'll be back in my Lululemon skirts that I love to run in.  35 pounds to go just for that...then 25 more after to hit goal...I may be diet betting for a year to force myself to stay with it!