After Over Two Years of Fighting It…
I am now working to get up around dawn.
I still have not figured out the writing parts, but I need to do this for the exercise, so the writing will follow.
I am starting two things next week that I just could not figure out how to do with the heat. I will be joining a running group that starts once a week at 6 am to train for a marathon, so once a week I was going to basically lose a day anyway by getting up so early. And all races start very early in the morning anyway.
And I have a challenge (virtual) that I signed up for and paid a bunch of money to do a lot of miles each day. Obscene amount until November 1st, but the amount I need to lose the last bit of weight and get to making marathons. And besides, it’s a challenge that, on its surface, seems impossible. Perfect for me. (I’ll post about it once I get started.)
And if I don’t do this, my weight will go up and I’ll be back on blood pressure meds and who knows what else at this age. More than likely diabetes. Ughhh. All that will do is make me angry at myself.
So I just climbed out of bed this morning at 7:30 (a little late) and put on my running clothes and ended up on the same street as Kris about four blocks from here as she was headed back from her morning run. It was way, way too hot for me to be out there, even at that time, so I turned around and went back with her, ending up getting a mile total.
But it was a start.
It was a mile.
Science says it takes anywhere from 18 to 256 days to form a habit and at least 66 days before something becomes automatic. 66 days is still a ways ahead of my 70th birthday, so off I go, to make myself wonder how I ever slept in.
Day one down. On to day #2.
One day, one step at a time.
Sort of like writing a novel. One sentence, one page at a time.