Confessions of a couch potato

Funny how things sneak up on you. A while back I realized that I had stopped exercising regularly. I'm not sure exactly when that happened but I guess I've just been so preoccupied with being a mom and all the stuff that goes with it. I just kind of let it go. Anyway, a few years went by and I started finding it hard to get rid of those extra pounds. Also, I was getting depressed and finding it hard to shake that as well. And (yes, there's more) my joints were starting to ache, like I was getting arthritis, which unfortunately runs in my family. Yikes. I'm only ... um ... how old am I now? Oh yeah, I'm 45, right.

So I've started running two or three times a week. At first, I wasn't really running much. I would shuffle for about a minute or two, then wheeze, then gasp, then cry, then walk for a few minutes, then repeat the whole cycle all over. But eventually I got to the point where I could do it without crying or gasping, and then I got past the wheezing, and finally I did a whole 20 minutes of running without having to stop and walk. Hooray!