We have near our house, here in Chiang Mai, a beautiful park and stadium that I have done my best to stay away from this past year. But this week something changed. A feeling came over me. It was the one where I feel guilty for being a slacker and decide I don’t want to die at 35.
So, I went out running this morning. Got up early. Hit the track. And did approximately 100 meters before I was out of breath. It was so incredibly sad. In all, I only completed just over a mile before I lost my motivation. And it took me a painful 15 minutes.
Not to be dissuaded, I got online in an attempt to feel better about my self and googled “15 minute mile” and guess what comes up as the very first hit…
“[Ages] 50 to 69: Doing a 15-minute mile is excellent.”
Oh my gosh! I am as fit as a 69 year old! Aaack! And to make it worse, that article is referring to walking. I was trying to jog!
If this doesn’t sap every last bit of self-esteem I have been holding into, I don’t know what will. It will be a miracle if I ever get back to the track again.