One day about year ago I realized that I was getting fat and lazy. I felt like I had no energy at all; I would get home from work and always want to just lay down and rest. I decided I had to stop making excuses and try to find a solution. Many of my excuses had some truth to them such not having enough time; although I may not have had enough time to go to the gym for two hours everyday, I did have some time to do some exercise.
I’m not a morning person (I’d like this to change too), so I decided to try going for a run at night after the kids were in bed. I just told my wife that I’m going to try and go for a short run and I’ll be back in 30 minutes or so.
My first attempt in 2009 was very discouraging. I couldn’t believe how out of shape I was, I could hardly breathe after only 5 minutes. I was hoping to make it to a stop sign down the road, which I calculated at 2.3 kms or so but ended up jogging halfway and walking the rest including most of the way back.
I was kind of embarrassed at how long it took me to get home that night but when I got back my wife was happy that I at least tried. I figured the next day I was going to run all the way to the stop sign regardless of how much it hurt. So on the next day I started running and just refused to stop until I got there. I felt like I accomplished something.