the sight of the day

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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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[privatemaladict.livejournal.com]

Hey, well done! Keep at it, it gets easier every time. You'll be surprised how quick your fitness improves. If you're embarrassed about it, go running when it's dark - that's what I used to do. Not that I was ever fat-unfit, just sickly-skinny-puffed-out-after-five-metres unfit. The sight of my pointy elbows waving around must've been worth a few laughs. Hah, knowing my current level of activity - and my diet of soup and jelly - I'll be back to that state by the end of the week...

[fpb.livejournal.com]

PM, Jennilee, you are two sweet ladies, but perhaps you are a bit young. I am as old as you two put together, at an age when nerve and sinew start getting creaky. I am also large enough to make three of you. Now when I was your age I did go running - 10K every evening, at the best period - and I did get that sense of achievement Jennilee mentions; now, however, I do not know whether I have the elasticity and resilience any more. In fact, I have started on this partly out of a sense that it was now or never again.

[privatemaladict.livejournal.com]

I have started on this partly out of a sense that it was now or never again.

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.