Giving Up

Giving up shit is hard.

It's that time of year when everyone - or so it seems - is starting a new diet or workout regimen.

One friend has started running again, and just signed up for a full marathon in November of this year. Another just completed the Boston Marathon on a charity bib and is now talking about BQing in earnest.

I'm in the same boat with the whole "starting a new thing" thing. Bonnie and I joined a gym at the beginning of the year, and we've just recently began to make it a priority, doing treadmill and weights three or four nights a week together.

It's been harder than I thought it would be, giving up running. After being devoted to it for a scant eighteen months, it's become obvious that my old body - my knees, in particular - just can't take the pounding.

So after six months or so of pouting, I've made the switch to walking, and began to do some work with weights as well (which I haven't done since high school 35 years ago). The transition hasn't been that difficult, but I sure miss those runner's highs. Now all I have to show for my work are sore arms.

Now if I could only do something about my diet. But giving up shit is hard. :)