I ran my first 5K yesterday.
There were hills.
I was not last.
Sue has been running for a better part of the year, and went from zero to half marathon distance in about 14 weeks. She has been lightly but persistently reminding me that I need to get into better shape, especially as I’m not exactly getting any younger. So, after a mountain of excuses and delays, yesterday I decided, well, why not? So, while Sue was off getting ready, I registered for the run. Conveniently, I had the right clothes on. Inconveniently, we had gone out with friends the night before, and, unlike Sue, I was NOT drinking iced tea. Whoops. And since I had decided to enter on the way from parking the car to bringing Sue her I-pod and some water, I had my wallet, car keys, and phone in my pockets. Additionally, they didn’t have any shirts my size, so I got a second in Sue’s size, which I carried with me, tied to my wrist like some sort of idiotic corsage.
But I did it.
And I can see the glimmering beginnings of enjoyment in it, too.
Being healthy is the surest way to stay alive, and being fit is the surest way to stay alive for a long time. Sue has studied and trained to run, to eat well, and to do everything possible for our lives to be long and healthy. She has informed me as much as possible, both when I wanted and did not want to listen, and it finally stuck. Clarity came to Sue, and she brought me to it.
Kicking and screaming all the way, but I’m there now, at the beginning of a healthier, happier life. After all, that is what it’s all about.