I'm doing 43 things
I started blogging in order to keep a record of my goals and improvements. I honestly feel that I’m the only one that reads it. The anonymity of the masses.
Lately, however, I’ve pretty much quit blogging altogether. I think part of it is that it just doesn’t feel honest to me anymore. I have completely unrealistic ideas of who I am and what I can accomplish. I am overweight, I have low thyroid, mitral valve prolapse, and deformed hips, knees and ankles (I run pigeon-toed).
Back when I started blogging, I was 44. I still had problems, but I was forty pounds lighter and much closer to my ideal. I had hope! I would have thought that running pretty consistently for five years would have caused some improvement. But no. Age is still creeping up. I quit blogging because there is never any improvement. It’s seems to be all downhill.
I am not an athlete. Every run I do is a struggle. I have to quit beating myself up that I average an 11 minute mile pace. (I have been still hoping to improve on my best 10 minute a mile pace). Running a marathon in 5.5 hours is a huge feat for me. I have to stop beating myself up because I can’t run it in 4 hours.
