Should I be feeling quite this mortal before I even turn 40? All of a sudden I'm noticing how much my body doesn't behave the way it used to. I'm certainly not seeing the changes that I would have if I had exercised this consistently & vigorously for a month before. And it finally occurred to me that it ain't gettin' any better than this, so there is no point in waiting for that to happen. Gotta "take the bull by the horns", etc etc. Turn the bus around! I want to lose weight, but for now I think my best goal (which will eventually result in that) is to simply remain consistent with running. I want to enjoy it for what it is. Even though I hurt for days afterward. : )
Another new quirk lending itself to this feeling is reading the obituaries that they conveniently list in the business section of the paper. Lots of people around my age die. Younger even. And people that I know catch horrible diseases before they "should" and leave people behind in disbelief and grief. My mom just called to let me know that the husband of my old HS algebra teacher (who shares my b-day) has just been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
It's really easy at times to focus on all of the minor irritations in life. The toothpaste left within reach of the toddler every day, the toddler climbing all over me constantly, etc... but I'd rather start thinking of the other side and actively try to come from a happier place. I don't want to be that crabby ass person that I know I am a lot of the time. I have a lot to be happy about.
So, appreciation / happy post of the day: 1.) that I have a treadmill on which to run, 2.) that I have a husband that is interested in the same things that I am (some of them anyway) and that we will be enjoying that shared interest tomorrow night, and 3.) that I get to spend my days with my little girl. I know she's all we're having and that I am fortunate (though frequently frazzled) to get to hang out with her and see her funny personality develop.
