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This isn't going to rival Steve's fine report but I needed to boast a
wee bit to somebody and ROFF it is. Beginning in 1992 when I started traveling as a consultant I began chain smoking and eating like someone escaping a famine and entering a McDonalds for the first time. At the same time I quit even the basic activities I was doing like playing softball and taking long strolls/ hikes. By the time I turned 50 in 2008 I was over the 320 lb mark and last year when I fished with Mr. Fortenberry in Michigan I was carrying around 338 lbs. Even with a couple of hospital admissions for a misfiring heart and the onset of Diabetes I would often jest my last words were going to be "one more donut/cigarette isn't going to kill me" The last few years I had been mostly confined to roadside fishing. Last May I couldn't make one of the easier hikes a mile or so in to a brookie stream in the Smokys without stopping to catch my breath every 100 yards or so. In June, while fishing with Mr. Fortenberry on the Jordan River, I proceeded to do Mr. Reid proud in quicksand laced waters with a depth of 2'. On the way home from my cut short trip to Michigan, I knew something had to change. Last July 7th I consulted a physician, dietician, and trainer and started a slow process to fitness. This morning I weighed in at 230 lbs and ran (slowly jogged is more like it) the Indianapolis Half Marathon. I didn't set any records and won't be invited to Boston Marathon anytime soon but I finished the darn thing. While I can't confess to being smoke free, a pack now lasts me weeks and not hours. In the morning I am heading out for Fontana Lake and catching the ferry to the Hazel Creek trail for a three day backpacking excursion to its headwaters. Provided I don't become bear poop, I will post some kind of a report when I return next weekend. Nothing as nice as Steve's but a report that won't involve much roadside fishing except for a planned head hunting trip for bigger browns in the Little River on the way home from NC. Thanks for reading |
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