I finally realized that I needed to get in shape, so I made plans to join a gym and work out for one full year. The year I picked is 2036.
I’ll be 90 years old by that time and it’s much more impressive to see a 90 year old at the gym than someone who’s 60. At least I have a plan, which they say is the first big step in getting into shape.
Plus, by that time Heather and I will be married for 48 years and I’m sure she would want me out of the house for at least a little while each day. Getting into shape right now seems impossible because every time I try, I end up on the operating table.
For example, I tried to run a 5K. I trained properly over an eight week period, adding distance slowly. Finally, I could run five miles without a problem. But it was all on the treadmill because I’m not supposed to run or walk outside alone because of these seizures I have.
Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to run on the track at the local Junior High School during their football practice. That way, if I had a problem, there would be lots of people around. I ran for and a half miles. Piece of cake.
On the day of the 5K, Heather was kind enough to run with me. I finished the race and we went home. I was so happy, I began searching for 10K runs. I was thinking I would build up to run a half marathon in a year.
My knees were sore but I wasn’t worried because that was normal after running on pavement. The right knee healed properly, but not the left one. In fact it swelled up to about twice it’s normal size. I broker down and went to see an orthopedics specialist. Three surgeries later, I’m sporting an artificial knee.
No more running for me. I can walk, use the stationary bike and swim. Since I’m not allowed to walk alone and have no access to a pool, that leaves the bike. I can handle that, although it’s about as boring as watching “The View”.