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We Will Always Have Disney Paris

… We will always have Paris!

There is a famous line from a famous movie of which I have never seen: “We’ll always have Paris.” From what I understand it’s a line used in parting as the lead character realizes that the end of their romance is over and he fondly consoles her by reminding her that they will always have good memories.

Obviously since I am quoting this movie, I will have to actually take the time to watch it. This might be a painful experience for me. I am not really big on 1942 black and white movies and no matter how good you tell me it is, I’m going to ask you why you need me to go back and relive the past. However, I can hardly use that as an excuse when that is what I am about to do here today.

Writing a memoir of my good memories and being pressured into watching movies that were made back when we lacked the technology of bright colors and high-definition picture are two very different things. Right? If you feel me here let me know.

I digress. The point here is that I have this amazing experience from my recent trip to Paris to share with you. My photos from it, unlike Casablanca, are in color, so in my mind that makes this entire blog a reasonable time expenditure from my normally busy day.

I’ve already written a very detailed account of my Paris trip that will be posted on The Bari Blog in the near future. I’ll spare you the details that will be given there and instead share the emotional side of my Paris adventure with you.

The emotional reactions that we have to things are unexplainable sometimes. As an example, I really thought that when I crossed the finish line of my first full marathon and completed the Dopey Challenge during the Walt Disney World Marathon Weekend this last January I would break down in tears of joy at what would be a monumental accomplishment in both my fitness and weight loss journey. I didn’t though. I felt accomplished. I was extremely proud of myself, but there wasn’t an overwhelming emotional reaction to it.

Honestly, I haven’t had that sort of raw emotionally overwhelming reaction to completing a half marathon since the first one I ran in honor of my father on Father’s Day back in June of 2013.  I’ve ran a few half marathons since then and while each and every one of them gives me that amazing sense of accomplishment and allows me to experience that all-so-often talked about ‘runner’s high’, none of them had quite touched my heart as emotionally and as deeply as that first one had.

Every run brings with it a different experience. Sometimes the joy I get from participating in a half marathon event is rewarding to me because I’m lucky enough to have the privilege of being next to someone who I have helped achieve the accomplishment of crossing their first finish line. Typically that is one of the biggest motivators and emotionally rewarding experiences there is for me.

Sometimes it’s the simple joy of running next to one of my dear friends. I run with one of my best friends quite often and every time we run together I think of how blessed I am to have a friend that enjoys the half marathon craze the same way I do.

Paris was different. Paris had an emotional charge to it that I am not really sure I can explain, but I am going to try….


Welcome to Disneyland Paris RunDisney 2016

When the opportunity to do this event came knocking on my door I knew it was a once in a lifetime chance that I couldn’t pass up. It was an opportunity I knew without a doubt my Father would want me to take. Unlike my previously sponsored runs, this one wasn’t about me taking someone else with me to have their first half marathon experience, it was about me going to France to represent the Bariatric Community and share that experience with everyone and that meant a lot to me.

I honestly believe that when it comes to fighting obesity we can achieve anything through determination, hard work and courage. I think those are three of the fundamental necessities of recovering from obesity.

Recovery from obesity is not a simple process. You have to be willing to keep fighting even when it gets hard. You have to be willing to make big life changes that are not always comfortable, fun, or easy.

You have to have the courage to face whatever is going on in your life on an emotional, mental and physiological level that has driven you into the depths of obesity.


August of 2009 at Disneyland in California at my highest recorded weight of over 420 lb.

You have to be willing to triumph over plateaus that make you want to pull your hair out. You have to be willing to eat healthy when your emotions are on overdrive and all you really want is comfort food. You have to be willing to rally yourself against the social pressures of using food as method of having relationships with people. You have to be willing to exercise even on those days that it’s hard to talk yourself out of bed.

The fight against obesity is a battle where bluntly often only the strongest thrive.

And yet, each and every one of us possesses that strength. Each and every one of us has it in us. We just find it at different times in our lives and at different points of our journeys. I’m a prime example of this. I didn’t beat obesity the first time I fought it. Heck I didn’t even beat it the third or fourth time I fought it. I tried and tried and I feel on my face time and time again.

In fact if there was a big boss to fight at the end of a video game and it was named Obesity I would have probably thrown the game controller at the television screaming in a temper tantrum that it was too damn hard.

Once I came so close that I lost nearly 200 lb. and weighed the lowest I had ever weighed in my adult life. Then I gained every single pound back and had that entire journey to have to do all over again.


But my inherent belief that if I can do this, anyone can do this was exactly what was driving me to be at the start line in Paris. That message is the one that I feel the most obligation to convey to my community.

I’d been to Paris before, as an overweight teenager. If you’d asked me to run twenty-one kilometers while I was there I would have told you that I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t at a point that I was ready because we all arrive at that juncture at a different time.


My dearly missed friend Joy Muller and I where we first met at the Inaugural OAC Your Weight Matters Convention in 2012

There was another big emotional drive for me in Paris. Several months ago I lost one of my dearest friends. A fellow bariatric patient, and someone whose presence in my life had made a substantial change in my direction. A mental health practitioner by trade, without ever really being asked to, she had assisted me in my pursuit of chasing happy after I had accomplished healthy. A fellow runner and fellow Disney fanatic, she had been a monumental person in my life. Joy was one of my true “ride or dies”. In fact, back at that first half marathon I ran, when I hit my wall and I wasn’t sure I could do it, she had been the one I called, in tears, looking for words of encouragement and motivation.

Finding out that I was going to be running in Paris had been a sudden thing. The opportunity first presented itself when I was in California at the TinkerBell Half Marathon and my friend Jess offered me a place to rest my head if I could figure out how to get myself there. I flew home from that trip and in a two-day turnaround headed out to Nashville to attend the WLSFA Annual Meet and Greet event. It was at that event that I had spoken to the folks at BariLife and knew that I’d be going to Paris for this run. Though that information wasn’t public yet, when I got home the following Monday, Joy was one of the first people who I called to tell it. I knew that as a fellow Disney maniac and someone who had been a pillar in my world, she was going to be super excited for me.

Five short days later on May 21st, when Joy passed away, I felt a grief I hadn’t felt since my father had left the world. It had taken my breath away. It took everything I had to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Now here I was in Paris, getting ready to run the event that we had talked about over and over again in the days before she had crossed life’s finish line and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Joy was going to be with me for each and every kilometer of that 21 kilometer run.

I feel the presence of those I have lost when I run. It’s something I cannot describe or give a real world explanation to. This half marathon had a double dose of that going on for me because I just knew the whole way through that Joy and my Dad where up there cheering for me.


The Facebook photo posted by my friends the morning of my Half Marathon prompted the most emotionally filled start line of my running career.

And then there was you. The Bariatric Community and the amazing friends and family that I have within it…

When I woke up Sunday morning and grabbed my phone to rush out the door for the start line I noticed that there was an unusual number of posts on Facebook that I had been tagged in. I wondered what the heck was going on.

When I opened my Facebook app to investigate it, I was literally overwhelmed with emotion. My Facebook timeline was filled with posts of my before and after photo with a caption that said “Thank you Pandora, 260+ pounds lost, 32 Half Marathons, Inspiring Thousands” – Many of the posts included personal comments from people in the community thanking me for what I have done to try to motivate and inspire others as well as offering me words of encouragement for the event.

Tears fell down my face in what was without a doubt the most emotionally charged start line experience of my running career. Even now as I write this my eyes are watering.

I am unsure that words can convey the emotions that ran through me. There was a moment in this journey after I had lost my weight where I decided that what I wanted more than anything was to help other people fight obesity through fitness. When you make a decision like that, you do it because you want to help others. When the people who you want to help and that you care so much about do something like this, without you knowing that it is coming, it lets you know that what you are doing really is making a difference.

I felt something I can’t really say that I have ever truly felt in such a towering way. I felt recognized. I felt relevant. I felt appreciated. As I kept seeing my before and after photo with the words “Thank you” written on it, I kept wiping the tears from cheeks, and all I could do was hold my hand over my heart, try to catch my breath and keep whispering to myself “No, thank you.”

RunDisney uses the slogan “Every Mile is Magical” for all of their events. While I have enjoyed each and every RunDisney event I have done, they are by far my favorite half marathons, this run – this particular event – was by far the most magical run I have ever experienced. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was running through Disneyland Paris theme parks, it had to do with the fact that I had overwhelming sense of love and happiness right there in my heart every step of the way.


At the start line I vowed that I would do nothing but enjoy every moment of this experience. I stopped for any photo I wanted to take. I took moments to stop and appreciate every little thing that caught my eye and capture it to share with those that had touched my heart so much. There was never a wall where I was running out of steam or where I worried about reaching the finish line. There wasn’t a moment that I had to push. Every single mile was pure joy. This was by far the most beautiful, magical and emotionally rewarding run of my career.

Every moment of running through the Disney theme parks, running through the residential streets surrounding it, running through European countryside, cornfields, seeing castles off in the distance, every kilometer marker, every Disney character standing on the side of the course, every marching band and group of cheerleaders, each one was viewed with an appreciation and emotion I have never experienced during a run before. It was magic. Pure magic. And I had all the most important people in my life in my heart sharing it with me with every little rapid beat as I ran.


An emotional moment  just after crossing the finish line of the Inaugural Disneyland Paris Val d Europe Half Marathon

Leading into this run I had concerns. I’d flared up my achilles tendonitis really bad trying to switch over to new running shoes and I was having to take extra special care and precautions to try to ensure that my ankles were not hurting too much to be able to run on them. Just a couple of weeks prior I’d had the experience of having to walk the last three miles of an event I was running because the pain in my ankles would not allow me to run. Yet on this day, on this run, for 21 full kilometers my ankles never once complained. All my worry and fears were gone and the only thing I felt was this overwhelming sense of love, appreciation, and closeness to those that mattered most to me.

If you had told that overweight teenager that was in Paris twenty-five years ago that someday I would be back here, and that I would spend nine months of my life on the year I turned forty, participating in a Disney based running adventure where I ran a total of 84.1 miles with countless training miles in between, I would never have believed you. Heck if you had told me that six years ago the day I was having my surgery I wouldn’t have believed you then either. I wasn’t ready to be that girl yet. I was nowhere near ready. I didn’t have the determination or the courage yet. Like I said earlier, we all get there at different times in our journey.


The Disneyland Paris Half Marathon Finish Line

But when I crossed that finish line… or I should say when I flew over the finish line, with my arms stretched out like wings and the RunDisney volunteer put that Castle to Chateau medal around my neck commemorating my journey from the Dopey Challenge in Orlando to the Pixie Dust Challenge in California to this Inaugural Half Marathon in Paris, I started to cry.

I knew that something extraordinary had just happened to me. I knew that my Father, Joy and my community were all proud of me, and I knew that I had just done something I would be telling stories about for the rest of my life.

Castle to Chateau Completed!

The finish line in Paris doesn’t actually say “Finish”. It’s in French, so it says “Arrivee” which translates literally to “Arrival” and somehow, this particular finish line had a completely different meaning to me. I knew the moment I approached it, because of the emotional response that I had to it that I had just arrived at a new point in my weight loss journey.

This was a defining moment for me.

This moment changed something inside me.

I knew, with more certainty than I have ever known anything before, that I was and am headed in the right direction and that I am nowhere near finished yet.


Pandora Williams author of Desperately Seeking Slender is a  Cooper Approved Wellness Coach Trained in Weight Management Strategies and Motivational Speaker studying to become a Certified Personal Trainer.

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I Did The Dopey Challenge and Did Not Die

Dopey Challenge Day One: A run through the Park

20160107_081711_resizedIt was 2:30am on Thursday January 7th and I when the alarm went off I was really grateful that I had decided to spend the last week and a half going to bed wicked early and setting my alarm for ridiculous times that no normal human being would ever wake up at in order to prepare myself for the next four days.

If you know anything at all about me, I do not love mornings. I consider anything before 9am the ass crack of dawn and there are really only three things that will get me out of bed at 2:30 in the morning: an early morning flight somewhere, a running event and… scratch that the third one only requires me waking up not actually getting out of bed.

But here I was putting on my running gear and getting ready to head down to the bus to take me to the first day of the Dopey Challenge running event. I had 3.1 miles to run and I felt awake, alive, alert, enthusiastic and most importantly – ready.

I was a little nervous going into the event. But today was a the Pluto 5k and I knew that I could run a 5k in my sleep. I tend to run a 5k a day just for fun so this was just a regular walk–or I guess I should say run–through the park. Plus it was a run through run of my favorite Parks to boot – Epcot at Walt Disney World!

The 5k was over before I knew it and with a 40:12 finish time I was back at the hotel eagerly awaiting the arrival of one of my best friends. As soon as Jeff Newell from had gotten his suitcase on his bed we were off to the Health and Fitness Expo to pick up his race packet for the next day’s event.

I hit the KT Tape booth to learn how to best tape up my ankles to help with the ankle tendonitis that I had developed while training for this event and Jeff did a little shopping before we headed back to the hotel and then later into Disney Springs for an early dinner at House of Blues before calling it an early night.

This wasn’t my first rodeo, I have done RunDisney events before and I knew that the less mileage I put in walking around and standing on my feet unnecessarily the better. 2:30 in the morning was going to come really early again.

Dopey Challenge Day 2: 500 lb. Pounds down and running

20160201_092242The following morning looking like rock stars in our “Second Star to the Right Race Team” shirts from Raw Threads we were on the bus and headed to our corrals for the 10k. This was Jeff’s first official 10k and just like his first official 5 Mile run I was really excited to be at his side for it. Having Jeff there for the 10K distracted me a bit from the fact that although I was about to run 6.2 miles in day two of this event, it wasn’t going to be half over because after this I had another 39.3 miles to run on my own.

I haven’t ran a lot of 10k events. Maybe three or four total, it’s a sort of mid range distance and I find that most events are either a 5k, a Half Marathon or a Full Marathon in distance. But I’ve never had as much fun running a 10k as I did that day. Not only was a running through Disney Parks with my best friend, but there was a sense of accomplishment there that I’m not sure I can ever justify with words; Between the two of us we had accumulated over 500 lb. of weight loss and not only were we doing something we never could have done before, Jeff was doing something that I had motivated him and inspired him to do.

IMG_0883When we crossed the finish line at 1:34:18 all I could hear was Jeff’s voice in my head telling me how much I have changed his life. How I have motivated him and been a role model to him in his weight loss journey. I’ve watched this man go from weighing over 500 lb. to running a 10k at my side and every running milestone he accomplishes is just as amazing to me as my own.

After running through Epcot we headed into Disney Springs for the afternoon where we had a lunch and a beer at Raglan Road and then headed back to the hotel. A late afternoon swim and a short leisurely walk around the property to take in the sights in the evening served as my way of keeping my muscles ready to do what I needed them to do the next day.

Dopey Challenge Day 3 – Not even Halfway Done and realizing I just might be crazy.

IMG_1052The third day of the alarm going off at 2:30am was a little rough. Part of the wear and tear on your body doing events like this isn’t just the distance you are running or the activity that you are asking your body to perform, it’s also the early mornings, the walks to the corrals before you start and the time that you are standing on your feet in your corral waiting to start.

Before the event even started at 5:30 I had been up for three hours and had walked just over 3 miles in the distance from where the bus dropped me off to the pre-race area and then to my corral. I’ve found that moving around and taking my time getting there rather than rushing to get into the corral just to stand still for a couple of hours before an event starts is better on my body both physically and mentally.

This was going to mark me completing my 19th half marathon and typically a half marathon doesn’t intimidate me anymore. But on the bus headed to the event I was more nervous than I had ever been going into a half marathon because I knew that I didn’t just need my body to run 13.1 miles. I needed it to finish in tip-top condition and be ready to run another 26.2 the next day.

I had been training for this event since July. Seven months of my life had been focused on making sure that when I crossed the finish line of this half marathon I crossed it not needing a day of rest and two weeks of recovery.  I needed to cross this finish line free of injury, free of blisters and without my legs being so fatigued that I couldn’t run the next day.

At this moment I doubted myself and my decision to take on this event more than I had ever doubted myself before. I wondered why I hadn’t just taken on my first Marathon in a stand-alone event. I doubted whether trying to run my first Marathon after three days of running was the wisest decision that I could have made.

But the decision was already made and the only option now was to do the best I could. I promised myself that I would not push myself to run faster than I normally ran.  I promised myself that I would stick to the 2 minute on and 1 minute off intervals that I had trained for and that I would not deviate from them to try to catch time or because my body felt like it could. I promised myself that I would not break any promises I made to myself, because I knew that holding back and not giving something everything I had might be the hardest promise to keep.

20160109_100654_resized20160201_094310_resizedArmed with an iPod full of music I leisurely ran my 19th half marathon through the Magic Kingdom and Epcot. I stopped for pictures at every mile marker and I stopped to take photos of all the characters that were along the route. I didn’t stop and stand in line to pose with them, so as normal my photos of the characters include whatever random stranger happened to be posing with them as I ran up. I didn’t push myself, and I crossed the finish line with a time of 2:57:24 with Jeff standing on the sideline as I came through holding one of the most awesome signs I’d ever seen!

IMG_1094IMG_1101I got my medal and went through the finish line photos and had a celebratory beer as I stood in line for the backdrop photos and then Jeff and I headed back to the hotel where I showered spent a little time in bed and then we headed into Disney Springs for some food. We had a beer and some sausages as a snack at the Hanger Bar, a new Indiana Jones themed bar before heading to my favorite restaurants in Disney Springs, Fultons.

Heather and I had eaten there the year before the night after I ran the Wine and Dine Half Marathon for the first time and it was such a special night and the food was so amazing that when Jeff asked me where I wanted to go to celebrate the night of the half marathon that was the first thing that had come to mind. We ordered a protein packed meal of oysters and baked rainbow trout, and brussels sprouts and while it was absolutely amazing, it wasn’t as amazing as the seafood tower than Heather and I had gone while we were there. If my crowd does me the kindness of celebrating out there after the The Dark Side Half Marathon this April I am definitely doing the seafood tower again.

We headed back to the hotel, taped up my ankles for the night and as I went to sleep I nearly had a panic attack as I thought about the fact that although I had completed 22.4 miles of this event already, I had the biggest challenge ahead of me tomorrow; 26.2 miles and my first full marathon. I wasn’t even halfway done with the mileage I needed to run, I had more miles ahead of me tomorrow than I had run in the last three days. I wondered if I was crazy to even attempt this and then I thought of my favorite Alice and Wonderland quote. “Have I gone Mad?” “I am afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are.”

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Dopey Challenge Day 4:  You can do anything that you set your mind to.

IMG_1204I don’t really know if I slept much the night before. I was awake before the alarm went off at 2:30 in the morning and I kept telling myself “You can do anything you set your mind to.” These were words that my father had said to me over and over as a kid. No dream was impossible. If I wanted it bad enough and tried hard enough I could do anything I set my mind to do.

My morning can best be summed up by my post on Facebook on the bus on the way to the pre-race area:

20160110_040434_resized_1“Today is the day. I’m more scared than I have been of anything in a long time. Big numbers can be really intimidating. But I’ve lost 260 lb. in my weight loss journey and I’ve got to believe going into this that I can run 1 mile for every 10 I lost. My father, who I miss dearly but am taking with me today was born in 1926 and today I’ll put 26.2 miles on my feet to honor him and the Happy and Healthy life he wanted for me. Today is about this little Pixie and the Man that taught her she was a Princess. I love you Dad. We got this. We’re gonna be ok. You and me. We’re gonna be a-okay.”

Everything was going really fast, again I had 3 miles in before I even got to my corral. I was tired. I was scared and though I kept telling myself I was going to be ok, that I could do anything I set my mind too, the truth is, I didn’t really believe it. I was using reverse psychology on myself, because I knew I needed to keep thinking positive thoughts so that I would get positive results.

When the fireworks went off and I started running my first thought was “Holy shit I have to run 26.2 miles. I have never ran that far before I hope my legs, feet and knees can do this.”

My longest run had been 23 miles just a few weeks before and for weeks I had been telling myself if I can do 23 I can do 26.2 – adrenaline and determination will get me there. But today, I was full of fear and doubt and I was tired. I was supposed to have run 13 miles the day before that 23 three weeks ago and because I was nursing ankle tendonitis and recovering from an ankle sprain that had me in a brace just 6 weeks before I had opted to only run about 5 miles and add another two hours of cardio in on the bike and the elliptical in an attempt to prevent another overuse injury. Now I wondered if that had been the right choice.

I’m a fitness instructor, I followed a training plan from Olympic Medalist Jeff Galloway, I had a foot and ankle specialist helping me work through the injuries I had along the way and still at this moment I questioned every decision I made in my training program and my ability to complete this marathon.

When I hit the mile one marker I realized that I had to stop the mental torment that I was putting myself under and I had to turn my thinking around. As my dear friend Tammy would often tell me, I needed to put on my big girl panties.

I asked my Dad for a little help. I often talk to him when I run and today especially, I knew that he was with me every step of the way. I had made a deal with my father when he passed away four years ago that I would always know I could talk to him and that he would be listening to me when I exercised. Believe it not, I heard my father’s voice tell me that either one of two things was going to happen today; either I was going to complete my first marathon and complete this challenge or I wasn’t, and either way, I had the courage to try, and as long as I gave it my best shot that was all I could I ask or expect of myself.

From that moment on I just decided to enjoy the run. I was here, at Walt Disney World, the Happiest Place on Earth, running my first full marathon in honor of my Dad and as a way to celebrate the 260 lb. that I lost and the happy healthy life that I am now living each and every day.

The miles seemed endless at first. Hitting mile markers like two and three and knowing that you still have twenty plus miles ahead of you is a big mental challenge to overcome. With each step I thought about how proud my father would be of me. I listened to the music in my ears and reminded myself how far I had come.

I hit a wall at the Mile 11 marker. I felt slow, sluggish and fatigued and thought about the fifteen miles I still had ahead of me and I asked myself WHY I did this to myself. I knew for sure I was mad. What was I thinking? Only athletes do stuff like this. Who was I kidding thinking I could do this.

That’s about when I started to get a cramp in the top of my foot. it was uncomfortable, It hurt, and I started trying to adjust my stride and foot fall to accommodate. Somewhere before the mile 13 marker Jeff texted me and asked how I was doing. I responded while standing in line waiting for a bathroom stall in the middle of Animal Kingdom – “Not great but I’ll live. Left foot hurting. Glutes and Hamstrings are so tight.”

When I did hit the mile 13 Marker instead of looking at it and thinking “Wow I am halfway there”, I thought to myself “I’m ONLY halfway through this, there is no way I am going to make it.” At this point I was honestly convinced that I was done. The pain in the top of my foot was slowing me down a lot and I didn’t think I had another fourteen miles in me. When I hit mile marker 14, I faked a smile for my selfie and kept on pushing. I started telling myself that I would just go as far as I could and that I still had more in me.

20160110_093724_resized_1I reminded myself how I felt when I weighed 420 lb. and when I looked at the journey that I had ahead of me and the two hundred and fifty some odd pounds I needed to lose and how big and lofty and unreachable that goal seemed. Back then I had to stop looking at the big picture and just start looking at every 10 lb. as a goal. So that’s what I started doing. I stopped thinking about all of the miles ahead of me and just started looking at one mile at a time.

Somewhere around mile 15 or so I came up on a medical tent on the right side of the road and I decided to stop. I took off my shoe and grabbed a handful of biofreeze and started rubbing it into the top of my foot and trying to rub out the cramp. I spent about 5 minutes at that medical tent and when I was pretty sure I had done the best I could at rubbing that cramp out I put my sock and shoe back on and I got up and I started running again.

I told myself that I was going to slow down. That I was going to stop more often and even pose for a few pictures with characters along the way. I stopped for a photo with the dead a ghost from the haunted mansion and then again with a couple that characters I didn’t even recognize. The cramp in my foot was gone and before I knew it I was at mile marker 17.

That was the moment that it all turned around for me. At the mile 17 marker I realized that I only had nine more miles to go and suddenly everything just clicked into gear. Suddenly I felt like I was flying by mile marker 18 and knew that the numbers were coming down.

I saw a lady on the side of the road with a sign that said “This is how runners roll” and I thought to myself “Hell yeah” and stopped to take a photo with her sign. All my doubt and worry was gone and suddenly I knew that I had this. I was ONLY 8 miles from the finish line and I knew I could run eight miles. My Altra running shoes and I had this one! 

I zoomed by mile marker 18 and then running through the ESPN Wide World of Sports arena and my runner’s high kicked in. My mind traveled back to that thought earlier about how crazy I was to think I could do this and how only athletes did this sort of thing and I threw my hands up in a Slender as I posed for a picture with Chip and Dale. Maybe I was right, maybe only athletes did this, but at that moment for the first time I actually realized I was an athlete.

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That’s right. I am an athlete. I’m an endurance runner. I’ve ran 19 half marathons and I am about to complete my first full marathon. Because I just passed mile marker 19 and I am only seven miles from having this thing under wrap. I can run 7 miles easy! ( And I look pretty good in my Sparkle Skirt doing it! )

I saw a little boy with a sign on the side of the road that said “Go Random stranger Go!” and I stopped for a photo with it too. Because motivation is what I do and I appreciate the people out there trying to give the gift of inspiration.

The miles just kept coming down at that point and I felt like  was on fire. My splits seemed to be improving and I just started thinking about Jeff waiting for me at the finish line, all my friends waiting to get the notification that I had finished and the medals and well let’s be honest, the beers that were waiting at the end for me.

Like clockwork just before mile marker 23 the iPod I was using ran out of battery power and I knew it was fate. During my training any time I had to run a distance farther than I had run before I always stopped whatever music I was playing and threw on my Dad’s memorial CD and spent the last part of that distance running with my father. The iPod didn’t have that playlist on it but my phone did and it still had battery power left so I did exactly that. I had done 23 miles, I knew my body could do that, but this last three miles I was going to run for and with my Dad. We’ve come a long way together since that phone call where he told me that he worried about me, and confessed that he was concerned about how much longer he was going to be around, and how he didn’t want to die not knowing that I was going to have a happy and healthy life.

Before I knew it I was at mile marker 26 which featured the Incredibles and I felt incredible, because I knew that I was about to do something incredible and I knew that my Dad was watching me and smiling. This was by far the biggest fitness goal I had ever set for myself and I was about to crush it. I ran my first full marathon in 6:16:10 and finished 13361st among 19851 participants.  

There are only two moments in my journey I can compare the feeling of crossing that finish line too. The day I got on the scale at it said 199 and I realized that I had reached Onederland and Father’s Day 2013 when I ran my first half marathon.

Crossing that finish line that day will be a moment that I take with me forever. Completing that challenge and accomplishing that goal will be a story that I share with friends, clients and fellow weight loss folks for the rest of my life.  It was truly my biggest non-scale victory to date.

Yesterday, three weeks after completely the my first full marathon at the Dopey Challenge at Walt Disney World I completed my 20th half marathon running around Greenfield Lake with my running buddy and in a few weeks I look forward to putting yet another half marathon on the books.

Not even six years ago I weighed 420 lb. and could not walk across the parking lot of my apartment complex to get to my car without getting winded and now I have completed twenty half marathons and a full marathon in less than three years of weight maintenance.

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If there is one message that I want everyone that read this to hear it is this: You can do absolutely anything you set your mind to. Whether it’s losing weight or running 48.6 miles, if you are willing to put in the work, put in the time and put in the effort you can accomplish any goal you are trying to reach. Just like Mr. Walt Disney himself said, “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.”


 Pandora Williams author of Desperately Seeking Slender is a  Cooper Approved Wellness Coach Trained in Weight Management Strategies and Motivational Speaker studying to become a Certified Personal Trainer.
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