Running

I used to run in middle school and high school. Track and Cross Country. I was never terribly good, but it always made me feel great. I just started running two days ago. I am so fat, flabby and out of shape, that it is almost painful...that is the 3 steps I can run before having to stop and wait on the paramedics to arrive; just hearing them say that word, "Clear", I know I will be up again soon. It has been a dream of mine, over the past couple of years, to be in shape enough to try out the Chicago marathon. Those that know me, probably tell me "that is great" to my face, and then return home to their spouses, where they decide what kind of flowers to buy for my funeral. I wish I knew the secret to being motivated. I found that over the past two nights, I lie in bed before falling asleep, and realize how much better I would feel if I could lose those nagging extra 40 pounds. Really, 40! I think that would put me back @ my ideal weight. I could tie my shoes again, w/out grunting and cutting off the circulation to my brain. I could sleep on my side and not put my arm to sleep after only 30 seconds. I could take those stairs @ the movie theatre, and not rest halfway up. How to keep it going? That is the real question. Once I have left the house, I am up for it. But, that television calling me, the bed begging me to park my ass there. These things are hard to resist. Keep your fingers crossed, and hope that this will be the time that it sticks. No repeats of the past dozens of tries to run on a regular basis. I think this one will take.