January 4th. I’m 36 today. I find myself making the same goals for this year as I do every year. I have started each year the same. Fat and unhappy. I’m not morbidly obese, but it doesn’t take much for my back to have issues.
When I was 31 I decided I was going to start conditioning and get back into running. Every spring I get back in shape, I lose about 20 pounds and get up to about a 5 or 6 mile weekly long run and 3 miles per day minimum, 4 days a week. Every Fall it falls apart. I am starting to wonder if it will ever be a reality. I’ve come to the realization that, in order to get into the shape I want to be in, It has to b3 an obession. Everything I do, from what I eat to what I do and when/how much I sleep. Is that the kind of effort I’m willing or even able to put into it?
By now I had hoped to be running marathons. Tough mudders.
Anyway, that’s what’s on my mind on this birthday. Maybe this will be the year I get it done.