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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 DefyingObesity.org 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.”

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 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.

420lbs to a Half Marathon – The Tinker Bell in Reflection

1622089_708220655866564_1880926857_nRunning a half marathon wasn’t something I ever thought I would do. If you had told me five years ago that someday I would be running my fifth half marathon while studying to become a personal trainer and working at a lady only fitness establishment, I would have asked you what you were smoking.

But just three short weeks ago I was crossing the finish line at the Tinker Bell Half Marathon. The entire experience was amazing and I am thrilled to share it with you.

It all started back in June of last year when Father’s Day hit, and my mood was a little down. As many of my readers know, I lost my father, the champion behind my weight loss journey, just eight months into my story and developed a connection to him through exercise and running. When I woke up on Father’s day 2013 missing him more than usual, I headed out on what started out as a normal 5k run for me and ended up becoming my first half marathon. [ I ran a Half Marathon Daddy Happy Fathers Day]

The feeling of victory that I felt when I completed a half marathon was amazing, and something I instantly wanted to share with someone else, so I set out to put together the sponsorship to send myself and one of my blog readers to Anaheim, CA for the Disneyland Tinker Bell Half Marathon Weekend. I’d be doing my first official timed and bibbed half marathon, and I’d help someone else achieve that level of victory by crossing the finish line with me. That was my goal. [How Do You Celebrate Success Contest]

I fell a little short of meeting my sponsorship goals, but I did get enough funds together to pay one person’s way to the event. So that’s what I did. We had a contest on my blog, and one lucky winner received a trip to Disneyland to participate in the RunDisney Tinker Bell Half Marathon with me. [ Winner of Bariatric Fitness Half Marathon Contest Giveaway ]

With the help of my friends and sponsors at Pace Setter, I put together a 20 Week Training Program that intended to get us prepared for the event and we ran a virtual event for anyone that wanted to train alongside us and complete a half marathon themselves as event finale.  I coached our winner through the 20 week training program, and provided her with all the possible encouragement and motivation that I could from across the miles; seven months later, just three short weeks ago, Dawn and I were standing in our corral at 4:30 am getting ready to start.

a16d9e74940a11e3b8450e8c3b5b71be_8Dawn struggled from the beginning. Going from someone who has never run before to completing a half marathon in 20 weeks (after being benched for several weeks due to injury) was a big task and it wasn’t something that came easy. Of course, the coach and trainer in me says, “if it comes easy it isn’t worth having,” and pushing yourself is one of the main ingredients to successful long-term weight loss.

There was a moment during the race when we had just passed the 2 mile marker that I looked at Dawn and said “Remember this is fun, you wanted to be here, you won the opportunity to be here,” and she looked back and me and said “This isn’t fun, this is hell,” and in that moment, the response she got out of me told me that no matter what happened, whether Dawn finished the half marathon or not, the coach and soon to be trainer in me had emerged. If there was ever a moment that I doubted my destiny, the doubt had just vanished. I looked at her in disbelief, and the diatribe started…

“You think THIS is hell? Move your feet! Let me remind you what HELL is… Hell was 175 lbs ago. Hell was not being able to walk from your car to your front door without panting for breath. HELL was not being able to stand still in your kitchen because your body hurt so much. OBESITY was HELL … THIS is fun, THIS is easy, THIS is achievable. Now move your feet and give me a 60 second run interval Dawn.”

RunDisney has a pretty strict pace time. (16 minutes per mile) and when I say strict, I mean strictly enforced. At mile marker three and the 5K split Dawn and I were pacing out at 17:26 and the “Sweepers” as they call them–the RunDisney folks that remove you from the race if you are not making pace–were on our heels.

c9a382b4940a11e394501215243b1345_8“You are behind the pace requirement ladies, if you do not speed up you will be removed from the route.” We’d been warned a few minutes earlier when I stopped to take a photo of Dawn that we needed to speed up. But Dawn was struggling and she and I both knew it. We’d had an agreement before the race that I would stay by her side unless she got swept and unfortunately, that moment seemed to be upon us. With my hand on her back, trying to literally push her forward I said “I need you to speed up Dawn, we’re way behind the pace flag and we’re going to get swept.”

As the words left her mouth they broke my heart, because I knew that there was nothing I could do in that moment to get her across the finish line and as we quickly said teary eyed good-byes I knew that what Dawn wouldn’t understand was that I wasn’t disappointed in her, I was disappointed in me. I had hoped that having me there at her side would help motivate her to make the pace she needed to make and help shave some time off her per minute mile. But in truth, Dawn’s times were slower than they were at home and I had to hope that by leaving her behind a sink or swim moment would kick in for her and that she would find the motivation she needed to finish.

I took off running. I turned on my headphones and played my Father’s memorial CD, listening to old-time country music by artists like Johnny Cash, Conway Twitty and Marty Robbins as I ran through Disneyland, trying to catch the pace flag.  I ran as fast as my little feet could carry me and I didn’t stop until I hit the 7 mile marker and had to take a detour to the port-a-potty. I’ve never been so afraid to urinate in my whole life. What if that potty break cost me the pace time? I figured by what my Nike GPS+ Sports-watch said that I was pacing out somewhere near 15 min/mile and I wasn’t far off; RunDisney had reported my 10K split time to Facebook at 15:36 min/mile – I’d shaved  1 minute and 50 seconds off the my time in about 3 miles thus far.

 

As I ran through the streets of Anaheim I stayed focus on my goal.  I had a half marathon to complete and people waiting on me at the finish line. Mile 9 came and went without much trouble, and surprisingly I wasn’t even feeling the need to put more fuel on board, though I did throw back a banana just to make sure I didn’t run out of energy along the way. My 15k split was reported at 15:03, so while the potty break cost me some time, I was still doing alright. I wouldn’t be seeing the twelve to thirteen minute pace times I was used to seeing on my runs, but that was alright, I wasn’t here to compete with anyone, I was here for the experience and to share that experience with Dawn.

I supposed I should have limited my hydration a bit, because Mile 11 hit and another potty break was eminent. In fact, if I am being honest, I was worried whether or not I was going to make it and hoping I didn’t end up with a repeat of my October half where I wet myself right before getting to a bathroom and had to strip down to my quick dry shorts and run the last mile while drying off and with a bag of wet pants and undergarments.

5750_10202982749632425_385513940_nbc0582f2812611e380a21273f828ffe7_8Mile 11-12 kicked my ass. I was struggling, and needed to take a moment to find a little inspiration so I pulled out my phone and checked in on Facebook to see what my cheer squad was saying. I started looking at all the names I was seeing liking posts about me running in the event. I started reading the comments and seeing the \O/ ‘s that people were throwing up. Then I saw a post by one of my best friends; my friend Kelly, who I’ve been friends with longer than I can remember, we went to grade school together, grew up in houses just around the corner from one another. There was a post with a picture of her son Logan; one of the cutest little boys in the whole world dressed up as a lost boy with a caption that said, “Lost Boy Looking for his Tinkerbell Pandora Williams \o/ You can do it!!! We’re waiting for you @ the finish line.”

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That picture put the pixie dust in my tinker-toes and the next thing I knew I was hitting the 13 mile marker and hugging my Godfather, my friend Tammy and of course, Kelly, Logan and Heather as I made my way to the finish line. When all was said and done, I finished with a pace of 14:58 min/mile and an overall time of 3:16:08 which is proudly engraved on my medal, thanks to Kelly and Logan.

Standing in the finishers corral, I was reunited with Dawn, who did indeed find that inner drive to move her feet when I left her, and managed not to get swept at that 3 mile marker, and made it all the way to Mile 10. I’ll be posting Dawn’s write up about the event in the next day or two.  I feel it’s her story to share with you, not mine, but what I will say is that as a coach and soon to be trainer, I am damn proud of how far she made it, and her overcoming the obstacles and fears that she had to get that far.

1546018_10151839935267447_249017529_nI always say there is no such thing as failure. Each time we fall short it is just an opportunity for us to do better the next time. And while I may not have given Dawn the experience of crossing the half marathon finish line like I wanted to, I gave her the experience of participating in her first half marathon. Just yesterday I saw a post from her on Facebook that said she was doing another half marathon in April and that she was going to participate in a mini triathlon. Apparently Dawn realized along the way that it wasn’t “Hell” after all and has decided to give it another go. This is both a victory and a success in my book as a coach and I will gladly stand up and say “I took Dawn to her first Half Marathon, I helped her find the motivation and determination to run, and I helped her find the fun in fitness enough to make her want to do it again.”

As for me, I found a few things during those 13 miles that I didn’t know I was looking for. I found closure on any doubt I had of the destiny that lies ahead of me. I found closure to a chapter I wasn’t sure about the ending of, and as I stood there at the finish line getting hugs from some of the people I know love me the most; I felt my father smiling down on me and I knew in that very moment, that standing there in the midst of the happiest place on earth, I had fulfilled a promise I made to my father. I was living a happy, healthy life.

I want to send a very special thank you to everyone that was a part of this day. To our sponsors, Kay’s Naturals, Celebrate Vitamins, Pace Setter Athletic and Ameriwell Bariatrics, thank you, thank you, thank you. Walt Disney said “I dream, I test my dreams against my beliefs, I dare to take risks, and I execute my vision to make those dreams come true.” Without your financial support this dream never would have come true. I can never say thank you enough for what you allowed me to learn, experience and give to someone else in my community.

To my on site Cheer Squad – My Godfather; Tom Geiger, My “WLS Parents” Sandi & Chuck Henderson and their lovely granddaughter, My dear friends Tammy and Kelly and my “Lost Boy” Logan, and of course, Heather. – I could not have asked for more loving, supportive and wonderful people to share this amazing experience with me. Each of you holds a special place in my heart and each of you is loved, beyond measures of time.

To my Facebook Cheer Squad – there are just too many of you to mention, but I’ll be writing a blog about just you and about “Social Media Motivation” and how you are all a pillar in my world. So look for that to come. But know that each one of you that liked or commented on anything related to this experience has been someone special in my world and given me a gift that can never be replaced and I am forever grateful.

Lastly, to my Father– thank you for opening my eyes and helping me find the runner in me. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were still here to share the happy healthy life you helped me achieve with me; that I don’t feel showered with your love, pride and joy knowing that though I cannot touch you or see you, I can always feel your presence… especially when I put my feet to the pavement. Below is a picture that was taken of me standing next to Eeyore at Disneyland when I was 24 years old and weighed 420 lbs. Next to it, you’ll find a picture of me standing next to Eeyore at Disneyland last month, at 37 years old and weighting 166 lbs. This is my gift to my Father, this is my promise fulfilled. I love you Daddy.

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Now it’s time to wipe my joyful tears and get ready for work and start working on that Sponsorship Letter for my next dream… RunDisney Wine and Dine – November 2014 – Here comes Team Seeking Slender \o/

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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.

Slender Seekers Gold Team Sponsors:

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