Thoughts on fitness, health, good nutrition ... and running.

Welcome to Bald Man Running, a blog launched by Frank Murphy on January 1, 2015.

In March, 2013 I was selected as a contestant for the sixth season of Fort Wayne's Smallest Winner. Through this amazing program, I learned about good nutrition, sound exercise and accountability. By October, I would lose over 88 pounds (almost 37% of my original weight)! One of the many things I acquired through FWSW was a love for running. You can retrace my weight loss journey and discover how I became a runner by reading those entries labeled "fwsw" ...

Note: Many of the blog entries on this website predate 1/1/2015. Prior to launching BMR, I had written articles for various projects, and I have imported many of them into this blog (labeled "retro").

Thursday, February 27, 2014

South Bend Bound

I signed up for my first full marathon, the Sunburst Marathon in South Bend, IN. It will take place on May 31, 2014. http://www.sunburstraces.org/

I've been running with a new group of friends throughout the winter and several of them are in training for a spring marathon. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and they got me thinking about it too. So ... here we go. I'm committed to do it. It'll give me a great goal and help me to stay motivated.

I can do this.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Dreaming again

I had an odd dream last night ... I was at Spiece and finished my workout about the same time Rick finished his. We were talking a bit and left the gym together. As we got into the parking lot, a total stranger came up to us and asked about Smallest Winner. She wanted to know about how to apply, etc.

As we talked with this lady, I could see my car out of the corner of my eye, and I clearly had a flat tire. Bummer, eh? Well, as I tried to wrap up the conversation, Rick excused himself and left me to continue answering the lady's questions. Figuring that my car wasn't going anywhere, I talked with a little while longer and then said goodbye.

When I got to my car, I saw Rick cleaning his hands off as he'd just finishing changing my tire. I don't know how he got into my car to get the spare, etc. It was just a dream, so I guess some things are allowed to happen without being completely explainable, right?

When I thanked him for doing that, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "no, thank you for giving that lady your attention. I just changed a tire, but that conversation just might change a life."

I'm not one who wants to read something crazy into a dream, but I woke up thinking that was pretty cool ...