It actually started again almost a year ago, when my oldest son, Jack, announced that he wanted to play soccer that fall. He never runs, and I knew he was going to have to start running that summer if he was going to have any chance of keeping up with the other players.
And I knew he needed me to run with him.
The problem was that I had not really run in about eight years. In 2000, I ran the Los Angeles Marathon. That had also been inspired by Jack. When he was born in 1999, I said to myself "I need to take better care of myself. I need to start running again."
When I started, I thought it'd be a good idea to join a running group. One group that was closest to me was the L.A. Roadrunners, who were training for the marathon. I said, "Sure why not?" So I trained for the marathon, and I even got Amby Burfoot at Runner's World interested in a story about me getting up off the couch to run a marathon because of my newborn son.
Here's the unpublished
story, by the way, and here's
pictures from that run.
Long story short, it was a VERY bad idea for me to run a marathon. Marathons are designed to destroy your body. Any weak point in your body it will find, exploit and destroy if you are not careful. I have flat feet and weak ankles. I wrecked my left foot in the marathon, and all Amby Burfoot could say was "Sorry about your foot." No surprise that Runner's World would lose interest in the story.
I tried to keep up my fitness with biking and some milder jogging. For example, I ran the Komen Race for the Cure 5K and the American Cancer Society's Relay For Life in 2003. But my heart wasn't in it. My foot had improved, but did not come back 100 percent. I was also working nights as a copy editor, and starting in 2003 I started teaching part-time during the day.
The two-job schedule squeezed out time for exercise, and I became too much a fan of the snack machine at the newspaper to keep me going through the night shift that often ended at 1:30 or 2 a.m. Yeah, I know. Excuses, excuses.
Health problems started to crop up. Chest pains in 2004 led to a heart catheter procedure that didn't find any serious problem. It got my attention, but I didn't respond with an increase in exercise. In 2006, a clot in my liver required me to go on blood thinning medication. In 2007, kidney stones were added to the mix. The weight kept going up, and I got less interested in exercise.
Even playing with the kids in the backyard got difficult. My feet and my knees would would hurt sharply just from a few minutes of tag. "OK, that's it," I said. "I shouldn't run anymore."
One good thing was that in October 2008, the doctors took me off the blood thinners. Living on blood thinners is not easy. You have to get frequently checked to make sure you're not about to hemorrhage, and you worry that small injuries could become a big problem. Because I had plenty of bumps, bruises, scrapes and chafing issues as a runner, I had another reason for avoiding running.
The other thing about blood thinners is that you have to be very careful about alcohol. You really shouldn't drink any, and if you do drink, only drink a little. By October 2008, I really had lost the enthusiasm for drinking alcohol. That was a good thing.
Still, by July 2010 I had become obese and unmotivated. My knees and ankles hurt, but Jack wanted to play soccer. I still knew how to run, and I knew I could help him if I ran with him. One thing that did help was that I was no longer working two jobs. I have no income now, but that's another story.
So, I came up with a simple plan:
1) I bought soft braces from Walmart for my knees and ankles. They worked. I could jog without pain.
2) We started slow, jogging/walking telephone poles for a mile around the neighborhood. That's explained further in in
some posts I put up on Facebook recently.
It worked. Jack built up some strength for soccer. He got better, and I got more fit. He plays baseball now, and it seems to be more his speed. But I kept jogging, and slowly increased my distance until today.
Today I met my most recent goal. I wanted to be able to run three miles for five days in a row. I made it. Today's time was 36:42, and I'm feeling better than I have in years. I have no problem getting up at 6 a.m. to run in the cool, early morning. My body seems to wake me up automatically, even if I try to sleep in. I dream about running now, and the dreams are fun and inspiring. It is as if my subconscious is applauding what I'm doing. So, I can say that I have turned a corner and really am running again. It does begin with Day Five.
There will be no marathons in my future. But there will be smaller, consistent runs, aimed at regaining fitness and losing weight. It will take me time to lose the weight, but I will get there. And I will keep posting to this blog to help stay motivated. So check in now and then to read about what I ran and what I saw each day.
To finish, let me show you where I was a year ago, and how far I have come today: