Crossing over the threshold

I am overweight, diabetic, and I have gray hair.

I am 4 years away from celebrating my 50th birthday.


I started walking six years ago when my doctor told me my bad cholesterol was a little too high and my good cholesterol was really too low.  She wrote out a prescription for medication to help get my levels where they were supposed to be.  I cried.  I gave myself 24 hours to enjoy my “pity” party.

She didn’t say anything about exercise.  Don’t know why that didn’t come up in the conversation, but it didn’t.

I started walking the neighborhood in the early morning hours the next day.  I couldn’t do a mile without feeling extremely winded.  I never knew how determined I could be.

Until that day.

I kept walking inside my neighborhood every morning … even took the poochies with me most mornings.

The hill that literally took my breath away that very first morning?  Piece of cake after a couple of weeks.

I started counting my steps.
I knew when to leave so I would avoid the demon newspaper delivery woman.
After several months of the same loop, the same speed bumps, avoiding the same delivery van … I was getting bored.

Hub insisted I stay inside the gates of our subdivision.  I did just that until the morning I saw one of my neighbors leave through the pedestrian gate to go run the parkway.

The moment I stepped through that gate was heady: I felt the way Eve must have felt when she bit into the forbidden fruit.  I was fearful but at the same time, empowered.

Since then, I have stepped through many gates, crossed many thresholds.  I’ve walked miles outside the subdivision, on roads I never would have imagined being on.  I’ve walked several races; walked for causes, walked for fun.

I’ve begun the transition from walking to running.  This transition is slow.  I had such lofty goals for myself: I would complete the Couch-to-5K in 9 weeks and reward myself with a graduation present of running my first 5k at the end of February.

My reality: I began the program on January 3rd and should be starting Week 5 today.  I have yet to begin Week 3 because the soreness in my quads took a full week of inactivity to finally subside.  I now am blessed with a cramped muscle in the sole of my foot that refuses to relax no matter what I try.  My foot has been cramped since last night … and it really hurts.

I hope I can get out the door sometime today.  Guilt about not greeting the sunrise with an early Sunday run is starting to set in.

Being 46 and overweight brings a dimension to the mix that I hadn’t counted on at the beginning of the month.   I’m listening to my body more these days.  I take more time for recovery than I used to.  I read more about what I need to do to take care of this overweight, middle-aged body of mine and the safest way to transform myself into a physically healthy middle-aged woman.  I wear my RoadID and carry my phone with me every time I leave the house.

I have to.

I’ve worked out with someone in distress and neither of us had a way to call for help.  All I could do was walk/jog/trot as fast as I could to get my car so I could pick her up and get her help.  I’m never putting myself in that situation again.

50 isn’t too far off.

I plan to be here to enjoy every minute of my journey!


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