Recently I’ve been getting into running. It started off around October, then I stopped when I got really sick. I picked it up again around February/March when I was really working on losing weight. I would take my dog with me and we’d do a jog/power walk around the loop in our old neighborhood. I would take forever- it wasn’t even a mile, probably around .7 miles, and although it was hilly, it still took me around 25-30 minutes. We moved to our new house, which offered a lot more options for running patterns, and I had a good loop that I would do that was a little over a mile. I didn’t run nearly as often as I should have, but between the move and working full time, my schedule got a little crazy.
Now that I’m out in Montauk for the summer, I’ve been far more diligent about it. I’ve been running every other morning before work, and it wakes me up and energizes me for the day. I found a 1.33 mile pattern in the roads that offers both up and downhill areas. Every time I run it, my time has improved from the time before. I’ve been keeping a MWF schedule during the week, and I believe I’m going to do a Saturday evening 2mile run on the weekends. After a couple weeks, I will increase the distances as my stamina improves.
I hit a point that I realized this is my life. I’m only going to get one body and one opportunity to make the most of it. I don’t want to go all ‘yolo,’ but you really only get one shot at life. Do you wanna look back when you’re 85 in a rocking chair and say that you made the most of all the opportunities you were given, or that you sat around with your potato chips and video games and never really made the most of your life? If there’s a fork in the road, take it. ;) If life gives you lemons, mix with vodka and have a party. Don’t sit around waiting for things to change or expect life to just hand you what you’re looking for- go out and get it.