Enough is enough and it's time for a change.
Watching The last seasons of Heroes on Netflix...ever the masochist.
So here I am 6 months into 30 and I have been facing that line between sweatpants and not being able to tie my shoes for a while now. Happy to report that I am looking at the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways.
Not asking him to be more tolerant or more racially sensitive, just asking him to eat a salad every once in awhile, keep drinking water instead of all the soda, run more often, lose the muffintops.
I ran today, three miles... only about a quarter mile of which I pussed out and walked through. Some jackass tried to F with me with a little drive into the bike lane chicken. I gave him/her a nice long glare. I was feeling brave mainly because I has just passed a speed trap and knew I had backup if need be.
My back hurts a bit but that's because I haven't run in months.
But I got out there. I made the first steps toward recovery. Ran like a monster toward the end, maybe too hard.
Some people have their yoga, I have running, and my ghosts.
I'll be back to fighting shape in due time.