Last night when I got home from work I did something I haven’t done in a really long time — I went for a walk. On purpose. In part I was able to do that since it gets dark later now, but a big factor was putting analogs down three weeks ago.
I want to get into better shape. I’m 56 years old and I’d like that number to go higher. I’m not in bad health, thank God, but I’m a long way from where I’d like to be. Several weeks ago I was pushing the youngest on his bike, trying to teach him how to ride. I couldn’t run behind him for any distance what so ever.
When I would try to get in shape in the recent past I was held back by shortness of breath. Last night I walked just over a mile and I could breath when I was done. The extra pounds I’m carrying around are still a big part of the problem, but now I feel like I can get in a bit of exercise without feeling as if I’m drowning. I want to increase the distance, and at some point start running again.
One mile and one time probably doesn’t sound like much to many of you, but when you haven’t been able to do so for a while it feels like a very big deal.