I turned 30 this last April, and I’m pretty sure it was a bigger deal for everyone around me then it was for me. Actually the last time I made a big deal about a birthday was 21… After that I left it to the folks around me, and I have yet to be let down.
So with the thirtieth birthday came the proverbial call from my parents wishing me a happy a birthday and to know me is to know my parents (and all that should really tell you is the communication habits of my family). This year the conversation went a little bit differently and I can’t tell you want was said (probably had something to do with the fact I was called while I was at work and dealing with a crisis du jour) but the point is something clicked in the old head that morning.
The next morning I started running… and my knees have yet to forgive me.
Well running is a loose description for what I’m doing…. it’s more like shuffling kinda fast for extended periods of time.
While breathing very heavily.
And from what I can see of my reflection in the canals in the morning it’s a pretty comical site too.
And so at 30 I once again get on the “healthy living” bandwagon… last time I got on I staid on for two years, but I was trying to impress one of the trainers at the gym (that didn’t work out so well for me) this time it’s all me.
Expect more writing on this topic as time progresses since it gives me something to write about, will hopefully keep me motivated, and who knows maybe a interesting story or two will come out of it.