Today I began to run. I know, I know, but I am being pushed; and dragged for that matter (by my dog). Pushed by the fact that I am not getting any younger and constantly reminded that if I don’t get my heart in shape, well, that’s it. My life insurance salesman/friend who has had 2 heart attacks and 9 bypasses, has said that most men in their 40′s who have heart attacks don’t make it. Hmmmm, more life insurance?
So in the upcoming days I will try to keep up the running as I gasp for air and often stop to walk; like that makes it easier. Everyone tells me how much better I will feel by absorbing the fresh air, the blood pumping faster through my body, and my brain clearing all those cluttered up thoughts. I hope it is true because so far I have stressed more thinking about all the stuff I have to do, hurt my knee when it was fine prior to, and it is just not that fun. I would rather be eating a Snickers bar and writing this blog.
But my dog is happy; she loves it.
