My all time proud moment came at the end of my very first race (the TimesColonist 10K in Victoria, Canada).
Every step of those 10 kilometers meant something to me. It meant that after
being obese I managed to turn my life around. It meant that I stuck with my
workouts even when I thought I would keel over and die. It meant that I was
strong. It meant that I had finally realized that I was worth it.
On that day I took in the beautiful Ocean views, the sounds of the crowds,
and the feeling of just doing it!
My trainer and his girlfriend were proud that day. My parents were proud. My
fiance (then boyfriend) was proud that day. My friends were proud. But most
of all - I was proud.
- Toronto Girl Out West
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