Many have asked what made me start running. It’s a pretty good story and I’m sure it’s a reason I share with many. In 2007, I was experiencing extreme headaches, especially when I bent over say to lace my shoes. It got to a point where I became worried so I scheduled a doctor visit. Suffice it to say that my doctor is really one of those nice guy doctors who never said anything about my weight, high blood pressure, or basic health. He did some general tests…heart, stomach, and asked to explain what I was feeling. Next thing I know I’m headed to Neurologist. He things I could have a tumor in my brain. What? So I go to the Neurologist and they send me to get an MRI of the brain. I lay in this machine hoping that this isn’t true. A few days later I meet the Neurologist who studied my scans. He came into the room and looked very serious. He was short, and Indian. Very skinny guy. He said he had good news. Nothing showed up on the scan and that I do have a brain, with a short laugh. However, he looked at me and asked if I had children. I said I did, one boy. He asked how old. I told him almost 10. He then got real serious and said if I wanted to see him graduate, I would need to changed my lifestyle habits. I would need to lose weight, eat better, and exercise. Furthermore, I would need to drink less and take care of my blood pressure. Don’t take it easy on my doc. He said his job was done and left. Just like that, an ultimatum. I was pissed at him obviously. But as I sat at home thinking over what he said, I began to get pissed at myself and planned to change. I set out to run the next day….10 minutes until I almost died. I ate better, drank less. And after 7 years, I’m still going strong because this doctor had the gall to set me straight. Thanks doc!
Up for a harder effort this morning, around 5am. First, I had to get the crock pot filled for dinner which took longer than I expected. So didn’t really get to the mill till 5:30am. Had to take my son to school so had to be done by 6:30am. After an easy mile, sped the treadmill up to around 8 min/mile and was doing OK, until….my stomach began to get sour. I stopped about 3 times during the run to gather myself and make sure I didn’t heave. Not sure of what is causing this except maybe that cup of coffee. I haven’t really changed much about my morning routine and never had problems before. I’ll move harder efforts to the afternoon for now.
Well, gonna give this another try since I can never seem to keep up with posting. Running is going well and the weight is finally starting to come down. So I’m going to try and keep this going…along with my running.