...of a good long run! I have gotten horribly out of shape over the past 6 months, and that stinks. But my recently acquired love handles, and brand new dimples in my booty aren't the worst part. I've lost my zen. When I would go out for a run, it was like I had this clarity, and time didn't exist. Nine miles would feel like it only took minutes to complete. I miss the lightness. It was like my body was on autopilot, and I was just along for the ride. It wasn't even hard. It was wonderful. I miss it. I wish it were just as easy as going back out for a run and rediscovering my bliss... but I'm too far gone. Running now would be hard, a chore. I don't want to go back to that place I was in when I was only running to lose weight and I hated every minute of it. I want to go back to my happy place. But I can't. It's not happy anymore. I guess it's all about getting started though. "A journey of a thousand miles," and whatnot.
I do know one thing for sure though, Tony and I have got to start taking better care of ourselves. We do an okay job, but we've really been slipping lately (thus the new dimples where dimples ought not be) and we need to recommit. A close friend of mine lost his father today. He was 54 and he had a heart attack. He was overweight, and didn't take very good care of himself, but he was a good man. He was a father and a grandfather to a beautiful little girl who he will now not get to see grow up. I don't want that for my children, or my grandchildren. It hit far too close to home today. Life is short. I don't want to take away a single day that I could be spending with my family. I hope that my husband feels the same way, because if we keep traveling on this road we're on, our grandchildren aren't going to know him.
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