On January 13, 2012, I weighed in at just over 337 pounds - You could call me Jabba the Hutt. I work at a chemical plant and was climbing to the top of a super structure that was 120+ feet in the air. By the time I got to the top, I had to double over to catch my breath. It was at this point that I knew that if I didn't do something to lose weight, I would never see my three beautiful daughters graduate college, get married or have kids of their own. This was unacceptable. The Sunday immediately following my epiphany, I took my 7 year old swimming at the local YMCA and decided to swim some laps. First day, I swam 10 laps (1/8 of a mile). When I finished, I decided that I was going to run the Ironman in Louisville, Kentucky (Where I'm originally from) in 5 years or less. I did not set a weightloss goal. I set a goal so big that I couldn't achieve it until I grew into (or shrunk down to as the case was) the person who could do it. Everyone discounted me when I said I would do it. Most reactions were effectively saying, "sure thing, fat boy. you'll run the ironman when pigs fly".
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