Does that title make any sense to you? It will in a minute.
You see, as of this post I have less than 30 days left of my 30s. That’s because on February 14th–Valentine’s Day for those of you keeping score at home–I will turn 40, officially giving up on keeping track of my chronological age and becoming just another foodbag wandering the face of this material sphere called Earth. As such, my life will statistically be half over and I will start to hear the distant sound of the Grim Reaper laughing as he sharpens his sickle. Sparks will be flying and everything. Should be pretty cool–like an old Black Sabbath album cover.
But ah, it doesn’t have to be this way! And you know what? I’m not going to let it. Stay with me because I’m now going to drop a few little tibdits on you.
As you may well know, and no doubt tired of hearing about, I lost a little weight over the last few years. This was the result of me being tired of being a fat guy, buying Fat Guy Pants, and everything else that goes along with being obese. I decided it was time to change and over 90 lbs. later, here I am.
So as a way to show my commitment to this change in lifestyle (read: I was never on a so-called “diet”), I have decided to take part in a few activities that I thought I would never, never, ever be able to do in this lifetime or any other.
Exactly one week after my 40th birthday, I am going to walk in my first 5k. But wait, I’m not done. A few months later on April 4th, I will be walking my second 5k.
Those are just the beginning because here’s the biggie: if I can find the time to train properly and if my knees can take handle it, I am going to run the Disneyland 5k in September. That’s well over 8 months away so hey, who knows what can happen between now and then, right? Besides, I’ve done the math: 5k is about 3.1 miles, or two laps around my daily walking route at work which I can easily do in about 20 minutes. The 5k walks shouldn’t be a problem.
The run, on the other hand, can prove to be a challenge and I hope I realize what I’m getting myself into. (But a run through the familiar terrain of Disneyland might be all it takes to carry me though it all.) Then again, if a fortune teller told me in a few years ago that in 2009 I’d be 100 lbs. lighter and walking in 5ks, I would have told her she was freaking insane and laughed my ass off at her. And thinking of it, that would have been a killer way to drop some weight–laughing my ass right off. But with my luck I would have grown back another one twice the size.
But hey, if training for the run doesn’t work out I still have a plethora of local events to choose from.
There you have it. I’ve made two lofty goals and one really ridiculous one, not unlike the one I made back in 2006. And I think you know how that story ended… 🙂
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2 thoughts on “Less Than 30 to 40”
Ah to be 39 again! LMFAO At 48, I only run when I’m chased and that’s only if I don’t want to be caught! Good luck dude. You can do it.
Yeah yeah, I know. 40 is sooo old, isn’t it?
I jogged 2 miles on the treadmill last night. I know it’s not the same but hey, I would have never been able to do that in my Fat Guy days!
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