Featuring St. Patrick and the Forrest Gump dancers!

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

These were the sounds my body made as I walked up the three flights of stairs to my apartment after I kicked my own ass by running six miles nonstop. I know that six miles, by seasoned runners standards, isn't all that impressive. But to me, it marked the furthest I had ran since late last summer (6.8 in late July).

The goal when I stepped out on this beautiful day was not to run six miles, it was run a 5K in preparation for doing so in the Race For The Cure in Indy next month. But when I hit the 5K mark I decided to go run tell as the prophet Gump once did and "I just kept run-ning."

I hurt, but damn did it feel good. I celebrated the only way you really can in America. I took my wife and we went to the nearest bar for beer and greasy burgers. I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of Awesome.

Actually, we had already planned to head out since it's St. Patty's day and all. We actually sat at the bar next to an Ohio State fan who was rooting for Belmont to upset Wisconsin. The only reason I could think that an Ohio State was rooting for Belmont was that he really wanted to root for a clean team once this year. Zing!

We followed up with some amazing yogurt at Yogokiss. I am crushing on their banana yogurt. Yes, crushing.

And so it begins (again)

Last year I stated a goal: to lose 30 pounds before my wedding. I started in January and our wedding was in August. My first weigh-in I stepped on at 270 pounds. The day before the wedding I was 236, down 34 total pounds. I f'ing rocked my goal.

After the wedding came the cliche as old as time. I stopped running so much and eating so well and as those with little math abilities and common sense can figure out, I gained weight.

This past Sunday I stepped on the scale again: 251 pounds

I'm up 15 pounds since the wedding, still down 19 from my old weight. This 15 pounds just pissed me off. I mean I knew I had been "living a little." Drinking more during the week, eating more of what I wanted. I had just spend the better part of the previous year kicking my own ass to achieve my goal, I guess I was trying to celebrate. But celebration without moderation is not so good.

So last night I thought of something new I could work towards. Something to drive my ambition not only for some killer weight loss, but for exercise as well.

Then, in a cream dream, it came to me: marathons

I'll start off slow and steady with 5K's and 10K's. Then work my way up to a full marathon in 2012 (I'm hoping).

I'll keep progress charts of my weight, runs and races on the side bar.

Editor's note: I REALLY wanted the blog URL of RunChubsRun but some girl who has never posted has it. She sounds fat. Bitch.