It’s time to lace up my sneakers again. In fact, it’s long overdue. I need to head back out the door and begin again, as I have done so many times before.
I’ll start with hour-long walks that incorporate 10-minute jogs. Slow, ugly, painful jogs but they will be something more than walking. I’ve done this before, so I know the drill - get fit, lose weight, run a marathon and decide that’s it, I don’t have to do anything any more, ever again.
In my mind, the fact that I’ve done something so monumentally athletic as running a marathon means I have a golden ticket to be slim and fit for life. So I revert back to a life of indolence, gluttony and excess, and expect to stay a…
