Frustrated & Floppy

Oh! And I have a giant mosquito bite on my temple.

After a few false starts due to weather and other unexpected circumstances, I finally did Week 1 Day 1. My shins are killing me and I think I swallowed at least a dozen gnats, and I will admit that I walked and stretched during one running segment, but all in all I think it was a success. Not too many people had to be subjected to my too-short running shorts. I think that I need to get those sport insoles for my sneakers, though. I can't afford a new pair.

Thanks, Steve. I've made some great changes in my life and starting to take care of myself (at the grand age of 44) is part of the metamorphosis. I decided that I am going to make 45 "fabulous," although I should have gotten a much, much bigger head start on it.

I finally managed to wrangle myself into the largest sports bra that I could find in New England, put on a knee brace and bit the bullet. I drove to our local track and that's when the downpour started. I have fine fantasies about being a runner. In real life, though, I'm not truly enthusiastic about it. There is a sign above my desk at work that says "I don't run. If I'm running, you need to run too, because something is chasing me." I was trying to beat the rain, but no luck. What do you do when it rains? Run anyway? I'm sitting in my car hoping for a break in the weather. There is a significant possibility that if I go home, that will be the last of these grand ideas.