Dating S.O.S

I’ve given myself twelve months to change my life around. It’s not new year’s eve, and nothing terribly shocking has happened to cause this change of heart. However, much like a dripping faucet can fill a bucket and make it run over, a continuous stream of minor events can add up to big life changes.

In a nutshell; within the next twelve months I intend to take my business to the next level, earn enough money to afford a place of my own and achieve the best physical shape of my life. Now the latter is theoretically the easiest one to achieve, because I’ve never really been in shape. Even after having lost 15 pounds a few years ago, I can’t say I was in “great shape”. To make a real start to my ambitious intentions I went for my second run today. As a result of my first run I am currently lying on a couch with an ice-pack on my shin and a cushion elevating my left leg. Nevertheless, I let songs by PINK! and Gigi d’Agostino push myself around the running track twenty-one times this afternoon. Interestingly enough, while running I hardly felt any pain. Walking normally almost kills me though.

The mere fact that I’ve gone running twice over the span of 72 hours warrants this post in itself. Just like some people say “never” when it comes to love, I used to say never to running. I grew up hating to run, because whenever we were made to break a sweat in gym class I was the slowest runner of the group. My public humiliation back then left such a huge impression on my adult life that I haven’t been caught near a treadmill in years. However, a chance encounter with a running enthusiast, and my own desire to get in shape outside of the gym caused me to want to give it another try. Not only that; my grown desire to outdo myself and achieve what I never thought I could before also pushed me to go shopping: to buy a few new running shirts and window shop for a too-expensive running watch.

I ended up settling for a more affordable, but still fabulous and useful Polar RS200sd Heart Rate Monitor Watch: