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The Marathon and Me: My Journey from Runner to Obsession.


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Hey everyone,


Today, I want to share a personal story with you. It's about my journey through running, weight loss, and finding a balance. It all started when I crossed the finish line of my first marathon, a moment of triumph mixed with an unexpected turn towards obsession.

Back then, I weighed around 98lbs with a BMI of 18.5 – yes, pretty skinny by any standard. But something shifted after that race. I joined a running club, training with teammates who, in my eyes, seemed fitter, faster, and, ironically, not as skinny as I was. This sparked a cycle of obsession with weight loss that took over my life.



The Drive for More


Driven to improve, I threw myself into a rigorous regimen. I lifted weights three times a week with my trainer, believing that more muscle would make me a better runner. Running wasn't just a part of my routine; it became my existence. I started with 60 miles a week, but that wasn't enough. Gradually, the mileage crept up – 70, 80, and eventually, an intense 100 miles a week.



The Calorie Counting Trap


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On days I didn’t run more than 6 miles, I would punish myself by cutting calories. It was as if every mile less on the road had to be compensated by less food on my plate. This wasn't just about fitness anymore; it was a deep dive into disordered eating.


In the world of running, the line between dedication and obsession can sometimes blur, a reality that became starkly clear in my own journey. As a runner deeply passionate about the sport, I found myself increasingly fixated on weight loss, believing it to be the key to faster, longer runs. This obsession soon spiraled into a relentless cycle of food restriction and calorie counting, where every meal became a mathematical equation to be solved rather than a source of nourishment and enjoyment. The joy of running was overshadowed by the constant pressure to be lighter, to be faster, neglecting the toll it was taking on my body and mind. Meals were no longer social or enjoyable occasions but a source of anxiety and control. This struggle with food and self-image was a silent battle, fought in the solitude of my own thoughts, overshadowed by the societal glorification of lean physiques and athletic prowess. It was a lonely and exhausting road, one marked by the constant conflict between the love for the sport and the damaging habits that I mistakenly believed were necessary for success.



Hitting a Low at the NYC Marathon


Fast forward to the 1995 NYC Marathon. I was at my lowest weight yet – 88lbs. Sure, I finished the marathon in 3:15, a time many would envy. But at what cost? My body was running on empty, my relationship with food was skewed, and my perception of self was tied up in a number on the scale and a finish line time.


I began to withdraw from social activities, especially those involving food. On the rare occasions when I did go out for dinner with friends or family, I would spend the entire day not eating, just so I could appear 'normal' at the dinner table. As a recreational runner, this should have been a time of enjoyment and relaxation, but instead, I found myself ensnared in a web of fear – fear of gaining weight, fear of every calorie that passed my lips. It was a silent struggle, overshadowed by the outward appearance of someone simply dedicated to their sport, while internally, I battled a constant, consuming anxiety around food and weight.



Reflection and Recovery


Looking back, I realize I had lost sight of why I started running in the first place. It wasn't for the numbers; it was for the love of the run, the joy of the challenge, and the community of fellow runners.


Recovering from this obsession wasn't easy. It took time, support, and a lot of self-reflection. I had to relearn to listen to my body, to run for joy, not just for miles or minutes. Most importantly, I learned the value of a balanced relationship with food – one that fuels both the body and the soul, moreover friends and family.


After my third marathon, a shift occurred that I like to call the "Marathon blur." I took a step back from my rigorous regimen and began eating like most people do, indulging in everyday meals and holiday treats. All sudden, I stopped caring my weight, faster race times, and my appearance. This change in my diet led to a significant weight gain – 22 pounds in just five months. But interestingly, by the time the Boston Marathon rolled around, and I was at 110lbs, my performance actually improved. I completed the race with a time of 3:12, demonstrating that a healthier weight positively impacted my marathon time. Contrary to what many might assume, gaining 22 pounds didn't hinder my running; it actually improved it. This unexpected outcome challenged the common belief that lighter always means faster, showing that a healthier body weight can positively impact performance.



Moving Forward


Today, I share this story not for sympathy, but in the hope that it might resonate with someone going through a similar struggle. Obsession, especially in the world of fitness and health, is a slippery slope. It's crucial to find that balance and remember why we started.


Whether you're a runner, a cyclist, a swimmer, or just someone trying to get fitter, remember this – your worth isn't measured by your weight, your mileage, or your marathon time. It's measured by your joy, your health, and your ability to love and listen to yourself.


Stay healthy and happy,

Meg

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