The Start

I've stuck by a few people and a few animals, but that's it. I'm not sure I really know how to finish anything or if I'm capable of pushing myself. If something hurts, I have always stopped. If something bored me, I would quit. If I got uncomfortable, I'd walk away.
So here I am at 40, pushing 41 and I have yet to follow through on much at all. I have not pushed myself. I have not been concerned with follow through or the opinions of others.


Because of this, in part, I found myself feeling a little lost and clueless about what to do with my life. I started wondering just what are my capabilities. I started looking for something to pursue, for something to tackle and finish.


My 41st was looming ever closer. I got more concerned with my health. All these years I've ridden on good genes rather than physical fitness. Don't hate me, but I've never had a  weight issue (good genetics, not will power) and so I've never had to work out.  That care free time was drawing to an end. If I wanted to be healthy and look fit, I was actually going to have to work at it.


Therein was the problem-- that meant I'd have to commit to a task. And while I wanted, in theory, to commit I really doubted my ability to follow through.


But I'm more mature now, surely. Surely by now I can commit to a goal and see it through. Right? I think so. This time I really think so.


Getting fit + Making a commitment and following through = Running.


I will complete the  Couch to 5K  program and when I do I will enter and run a 5K. For once, I'll be able to say I finished something.
And so I'm running.