a5K Story: One more chance

Today’s a5K Story was submitted by Lissa Chambers

lissa chambersIn August 2009, I had surgery to remove an ovarian cyst that the doctors had been watching for years. Surgery was successful, and I was back to work within a week. On the day of my 2-week follow up appointment, my doctor called me at work and ask if I was bringing anyone with me to the appointment.

Let me skip all the details, the cyst was not a cyst at all, it had been ovarian cancer. Well, September 11, 2009 at the age of 42, I had a total radical hysterectomy, as well as had my cervix and appendix removed. The recovery was slower, but through the grace of God, I needed no follow up treatment. No radiation, no chemo, no more surgeries.

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a5K Story: My Sister’s Runner

Today’s a5K Story was submitted by Theresa Williams.

msrI am Theresa. I am a mom, wife, and sister. My kidneys have not been perfect since 1993, but it has been manageable. I take my medicine and things are pretty stable. In 2010 it got a little shaky, and things became less stable. I became borderline diabetic, borderline because I convinced my doctor to postpone medication for 6 months.

I put myself on a strict clean-eating diet with a regular workout routine. I’ve dropped almost 100lbs and have all my numbers back in check. And then I was diagnosed with Sjogren’s Syndrome. Ugh, can there be any more?

My younger sister has Crohn’s Disease, it is a crappy disease. She is definitely sicker than me. In December 2011, I ran in Vegas to raise money for the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation. I was not much of a runner and my body wasn’t in tip-top shape. But honestly it wasn’t about me. It was about my sister. I couldn’t cure her, but I could run.

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a5K Story: A Body Made Better By Running

Today’s a5K Story was submitted by Rachel Langley.

photo collageIn late September 2012, a couple months into a new found fitness addiction, I decided to try a Couch to 5K Running program. I had never run a day in my life, but decided that maybe it was time I give it a try. Not for myself, but in honor of those I had loved and lost.

My goal was to run 1 mile of the Free to Breathe Lung Cancer Awareness 5K in October. I would participate in memory of my grandfather, Joe and my mother Paula, who I had lost in 2010 at age 60, to lung cancer. I had remembered, toward the end of her illness while resting in bed, she was moving her legs while sleeping. When she awoke, she shared that she dreamt she was running. And I thought, what a beautiful way to pay tribute to my mother’s memory. I would run. 1 mile. For her. Because I had never felt a desire to run for myself, ever.

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Finding Your Motivation to Run

Track TeamI recently added 10k runs to my training regimen. In fact, I completed my first 6.2 mile run a few weeks ago, fulfilling a goal dating back to sixth grade. Each year, our local elementary schools participated in a 10k. Students qualified by either running twenty laps around the soccer field under the supervision of a friend, or by running twenty-five laps during gym class. I managed to jog and walk about seventeen laps while my best friend observed. He was kind enough to testify to my qualifying effort and so I was “in”.

A few weeks later, race day arrived. Like many students, I came out of the gate running. Unlike many students, I was overweight and extremely out of shape. I faded fast. Within the first quarter-mile, I was walking, panting and looking for the white rescue van. I was ready to give up. Adam, a fellow student and quitter, joined me. Together we planned to hop into the van when it caught up to us. After an interminable period of suffering, the van sidled up. Sitting inside were the beaten souls of kids who dropped out of the race and ‘took the ride’. Sitting in front of them, hanging out the door was our school gym coach, who we fittingly called “Coach”.

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a5K Story: Big Andy’s Running: 115 Pounds Lost

Today’s post was submitted by Andy from Big Andy’s Running.

Big Andy

Running has helped to change my life.

My story starts on November 18, 2011. That was the day I decided that I had finally had enough and things needed to change. Let me start by introducing myself, My name is Andy (Big Andy if you are a friend), and I am a 35-year-old dad living in the suburbs of Philadelphia.

I have always been a big guy, even before I got really heavy, hence the longtime nickname, Big Andy. For the past 10 years or so, I slowly made the switch from being a big guy to an insanely overweight and dangerously out of shape guy.

At the time when I hit my breaking point, my daughter was 6-months-old, and I found myself as a 330-pound man who was long on ideas and short on action. I always knew that I was out of shape and overweight, I knew something had to be done, but I just couldn’t find the time to do it.

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