In a survey I read recently (turn40.net) people were asked to vote on what they wanted to do when they turned 40, a few things spring to mind, the first being – why wait until you’re 40? Especially when nearly everything on the list would have been easier before.
As the title suggests, the most popular suggestion was to get fit. I suppose it’s a “now-or-never” theory, but even I can see this would have been easier to do when younger, unless of course, like many of us you’re just coming out of the twilight zone of young mum exhaustion and have finally found the energy (and someone to put up with your kids) to allow you to get out and do some sport.
I can smugly say, “I’m already there thank you very much”. That is one thing I’ve noticed about fit people, they can be a little bit smug, I supposed they feel they deserve it; it’s a reward for not eating all the biscuits. Oh, I’m not going to let the fact I’m in shape stop me teasing others sporties, just as I still feel like a smoker despite having stopped a few years ago, I’m still secretly a sofa spud.
I’ve been running for about two years now, and I have to admit it’s addictive. It took me a while to come out of the sports closet, for years I had pretty openly mocked sad, sporty types, I mean have you ever seen anyone smile while they’re running? It’s not actually good for your knees/ankles/etc. I’d much rather sit here and have another drink with friends and scoff a little more. However when I tried it I found I actually enjoyed it. It’s exhilarating and while I probably don’t actually smile when I run, I do when I stop, lots. When I try to explain that it feels so good when you stop, my brother always points out pouring vinegar into your eyes has the same effect.
Anyway, I won’t go on, I know from past experience there’s nothing worse than a running bore, and anyone who talks about running to one of the non-converted is a bore. I have also noticed that you can spot a runner because they say they run, everyone else says they jog.