I promised myself that I would do it, and today I accomplished it. I got up at 6am and went running for 30 minutes.
And yes, it did hurt.
But I’m glad I did it.
I have let myself go since the kid came along and the whole work thing blew up, but that was two years ago. It really does feel like I am just now putting my life back together after those two huge life events. I have been to inactive for far too long.
I have a pot belly now.
And that is what the running is, a small attempt to get things back on track. To take control of my health, which is also to say to take control of my future.
Okay, this is getting to sound like a personal pep talk.
Maybe it is…
The wife is going to the gym and doing yoga, and I can admit that I am being shamed into taking care of myself again.
But at some point, I get to say that I don’t care anymore, right? I have some sort of right to accept my old age and just let myself go? I mean, my weight won’t always be under control. The joints will not perform like they used to, and well, mobility becomes an issue. At that point, I’m allowed to stop trying, right?
I think the new getting old is trying to stay in shape as along as possible.