Now, I run for sanity, peace of mind, fun, friendship time and to push myself to the oddest odds. When I lost my father to cancer in 2015, I swore I'd never let my health go by the way-side again, so I've been committed to doing things that scare the heeby-jeebies out of me.
But, somewhere in my forties, things really kind of fell apart for me. I was only sleeping a few hours a night, eating junk food, and not exercising regularly. In my late forties I was the heaviest I had ever been, and my blood work only echoed what leading this lifestyle would result in; I had developed metabolic syndrome.