There it is - The Beast, the monster at the head of the stairs! It crouches there waiting for me, blocking my path to my sewing machine and every fun thing I want to do. Too big to ignore, too heavy to move, a menace I tell you. The funny thing is I'm the one responsible for bringing this menace into the house in the first place!
The whole thing started out innocently enough. I gave this instrument of torture to my husband as a Christmas gift last year, that's Christmas 2012, and he was thrilled. You see, he has been a life long distance runner and now that he's retired it harder for him to get his daily run in. There are no sidewalks around Dogwood Lane. I have supported him for more than 30 years of five, ten and 20 K runs, triathlons and marathons and I knew he was going to miss those daily, sweaty workouts. Nice of me right?
What I didn't realize at the time was that it was going to be harder than ever for me to procrastinate about my fitness routine. To call it a routine is a misnomer it's more a wish really. I wish I had a routine. While Chris has been fit as a fiddle all his life I've been his couch potato cheerleader. But here's the thing, we're not getting any younger and with age comes certain infirmities that will limit you if you don't take steps, lots of steps.
So, I've made up my mind to conquer the beast at the top of the stairs. I like to kayak in the spring and summer. I like to go for long walks, dare I say hikes in our beautiful forest. I like to work in my garden and I like to play with my baby grand kids. If I want to keep doing all those things I better start taking steps right now to prevent myself from being the poor old lady who gets blown over by a stiff breeze and breaks a hip. I'm tying up my Keds and climbing the stairs to tackle The Beast. Wish me luck!
Until next time,