Recently, I decided to get off my butt and hit the road.
No, I don't mean I'm leaving for some other locale, unless that locale is at the end of a 5k run.
There is a training program I started called Couch to 5k. If you haven't heard of it, basically it starts you running at small intervals until - after eight weeks - you can run a 5k with no difficulty.
It really helps that I quit smoking last year, as I do think my biggest obstacle at this point is lung capacity.
I was surprised after completing Day Two of the program. Why? you ask.
Well, following Day One, I could barely stand up. I mean, I wasn't an athlete in high school, but I was by no means inactive. But, wow! It was like someone had stuck a knife in both my thighs.
However, the morning following my Day Two run, I felt great. I am not sure how or why, but I am ready to get back out there, even though I know I need to rest my muscles.
Now, I've never been much of a health nut. I've always been one of those people that could put in minimal work and get acceptable results.
I guess in the health department, my body just got a wake-up call. My doctor says just in time, too. The longer you wait, the harder it gets, so they say.
Why did I have a sudden epiphany? That's hard to say. I knew last year when I quit the cancer sticks that it just needed to be done.
My parents are close to celebrating their 50th anniversary, and with my impending nuptuals, I guess I thought about that.
I also see the way my brother is constantly chasing after his 2 year old, and the way my severly over-weight cousin couldn't even get off the couch to play with his twin boys. I guess I wanted to emulate my younger brother. I certainly don't want to have kids and not be able to enjoy running around playing tag or chase or whatever it is my 2-year-old nephew seems to always be running around doing.
I would never condone selfishness, but in this case I think it's OK. Am I wrong?