I’ve started a running program. Been doing it for a few weeks now and haven’t quit yet. That’s an accomplishment for me. I’ve never been much for a lot of exercise. Except while I was in the Marines. And even that was only what I really needed to do.
This past year has been one of emotional ups and downs for me. As I’ve been feeling better and better over the past few months, the one constant has been my low self-esteem and poor body image. So I’ve taken some steps to feel better about myself.
TJ’s been rockin’ it with her Kendo practice. She must have lost around 20 pounds of so and is looking very fine. Very, very fine. But while she’s been working hard on her body, I’ve just been maintaining the extra 20 pounds I’ve been toting around for the past few years. I started taking yoga classes in January and have enjoyed them thoroughly. But now I’m ready to get into something more strenuous. Don’t get me wrong, as my friend Lisa will tell you, yoga’s not for weaklings. It’s damn hard. Who knew stretching could be such a good workout? Not me, that’s for sure. But I do enjoy it very much.
Something that I’ve rarely enjoyed has been running. There was a very brief period when I was still in the Marines and living in Tucson that I started to look forward to it. Just a little. And if my captain hadn’t required it, I wouldn’t have been doing it at all. But this time is different.
I put nearly 20 miles on the treadmill last week. And everyday this week, I’ve been up at 4:30 am to work my routine. And I’m enjoying it. I look forward to it. I’ve begun to find it relaxing in a strange sort of way. And I look forward to getting better at it. Not just the losing weight part, which is coming along slowly. Very, very slowly. The program I’m following makes gradual increases over several weeks and I’ve been pleasantly surprised with each new phase that I’ve been able to do it. Proud, really. Proud of myself. And that doesn’t really happen often.
TJ and I started on an abs program last night. I hope that small additions will continue until we’re both healthier and stronger. Shit, we’ve got a 5 year old boy who is filled with energy and curiosity and he makes me tired just watching him sometimes. I’ll be 41 next month and I truly hope to watch him grow and be around for him whenever he needs me.