Last night, I got reacquainted with a long-lost, old friend: my favorite treadmill at the gym. (Yes, I’m one of those people who picks out “my” treadmill and is more than a little tiffed if someone else has the audacity to use it).
It’s been a while. More than I want to admit. Once upon a time, I was actually a runner, and in what feels like a different lifetime, I even completed half-marathon distance…twice.
But last night, it was obvious that was quite some time ago. And quite a few pounds ago. Every step felt like I was trying to move the massive body weight of a pregnant hippo. Ugh, getting back into shape is just ridiculously unpleasant business! No wonder I keep quitting and having to start over all over again.
I managed a little over 3 miles last night, but I won’t get into just how long it took me to cover those miles. I’m pretty sure the average runner could have run to the moon and back in the time it took me to finish 3 miles! But I did it, and that’s what matters to me.
Next time I will do just a little more, and the next time, just a little bit more than that. I will get back to being a runner, back to being in shape, back to feeling fit, back to looking good. One agonizing, torturous, laborious step at a time!
Sweat & Sparkle 