About a year ago, on April 1st (April Fool’s day), I took up running. Yeah, the day was not lost on me. I took up running to create stamina for my upcoming pilgrimage, but never expected to enjoy it as much as I did. I have set some pretty lofty goals for me with regards to running, and I plan on achieving them. It will take time and discipline.
A side effect of running has been increased health. I was struggling a bit with hypertension looming on my horizon, and running has pushed the horizon a little further back. Bits of me aren’t as “jiggly” as they once where, and I am enjoying that. Trousers and shirts are sliding on a bit easier, and I really am enjoying that. Loosing our health is something that creeps up on us. I never woke up one day and made a decision to become more slothful, but it did gradually become a practice. I am discovering that I do have to consciously decide to be healthful, to be full of health. I have to be conscious of my choices. I have to dedicate more time to exercise. I have to make meal choices based upon future outcomes, not just on desire and taste.
Oh, I could get bummed out about these hard choices, or as I have chosen, I can be positive about the potential outcome of increased health. And maybe, just maybe, that elusive goal of a half marathon.