I'll Have The Curry.

King of the Turtles I haven't always been a runner.  My adolescence was plagued with exercised induced asthma and being slightly overweight as a child. Running the mile in elementary PE was nearly impossible, and any confidence I had in my body’s ability to perform aerobically was nil. I often recall a painful memory, a theme of my childhood, where I had so convinced myself that “fat kids weren’t allowed” to participate in sports, that it became a mantra I lived by. None of the other kids enrolled in soccer or gymnastics or dance looked like me, so I thought it was a rule that kids like me were excluded.  It took me a long time for my mindset to change, well into my young adulthood, before I tried a sport…and it started with Carmen.  Carmen and I were co-workers at Liberty Tax Service, a very part-time seasonal job I picked up as I was struggling to find a full-time career ministry job in an expensive city.  She was a Baylor grad, as was I, so we bonded over our love...