Dude getting older sucks! Like royally!
Almost a year ago, I made a commitment to better my physical health. I had put on a few teacher pounds and my clothes didn’t like it. By a few, I mean fifteen. And by didn’t like it, I mean I looked like a busted can of biscuits. It wasn’t pretty from the neck down.
It took a toll mentally. My self esteem took a nose dive and I avoided mirrors like a kid avoiding bedtime. Rather than avoiding the foods that got me into trouble (birthday treats, cookies, donuts and cakes), I sought them out. It wasn’t until I couldn’t fasten my work pants in January of 2020 that I knew it was time for a change.
I conned my cousin into hauling his moms unused treadmill into the lower level of our house and I made it a point to get on that bad boy at least 30 minutes day. It sorta worked. I made a lot of excuses. I’m tired. It’s late. I don’t wanna.
For my 37th birthday, I treated myself to the a brand spanking new Apple Watch. I wanted one for a while and finally decided to pull the trigger and get one. The next day it yelled at me to move my butt. Maybe not quite in that way, but it definitely pointed out the fact that I was sitting still too much.
Thanks to my somewhat annoying Apple Watch, I have managed to get up and run (sometimes walk) no less than thirty minutes a day. I’m down 13 pounds and my jeans aren’t screaming in pain when I put them on any longer. I have closed all three rings everyday for 331 days. I insist on it.
However, the 1300 running miles I put on my legs in the last 331 remind me that I am closer to 40 than 30. I had to ice my calf muscles today. My calf muscles! A downfall to new running shoes I suppose. But, guess whose crazy self will be up tomorrow on the treadmill for another five miles tomorrow??