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the sight of the day
This morning I have gone running for the first time in twenty years. It has not, of course, been very easy. I had set myself a none-too-challenging route - one lap around the tiny park near my home - but I ended up walking for much of the way, with occasional spurts. However, the worst part of it was simply that I felt ridiculous, fat as I am, in a tracksuit and running shoes. I hope I have the nerve to do it again tomorrow... and the day after... and the day after that...

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All the more reason to keep at it. And don't think all is lost - my mum started excercising when she was about your age, and she'd never been particularly fit. Now, she puts me to shame - outruns me with embarrassing ease.
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My ex-neighbour, on the other hand, was considerably more disciplined than me and did a lot of running. And got a lot of abuse hurled at her (how dare a woman who isn't young and thin expose herself in such a way?) And it really pissed her off, but she kept at it and has run a couple of marathons - slowly, but she finished and felt fantastic for it (a few days later!)
There's no reason why exercise should be restricted to those who don't need it. :) Good luck with getting back into it - keep us posted with how it goes, won't you?
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I do have a bad habit of staying up past my bedtime (though sometimes it's because I know I can sleep in the next day), but it's something I'm trying to regularise.
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