Today, for the first time in many enough years that I feel guilty about it, I went running.

Now, I don’t feel too terribly guilty, mind you, I have been exercising fairly regularly this winter.  But today I stepped outside of the comfort zone, which is my living room, and out to the park and I ran.  I did a mile in eleven minutes thirty-three seconds.  No marathons in my near future, rest assured.

Before now, my fitness peak was probably just after boot-camp almost seventeen years ago.  Wow, I need a moment to let the years roll over me and make me feel friggin ancient.  Seventeen years since I really had any discipline where physical fitness is concerned.  Now, closer to age forty than thirty, I can do more push-ups (50) and have a trimmer waistline (36) than I did in my early twenties.

I ran a mile today.  Despite the Exercise Induced Asthma that I seem to be developing, and the slight wobbly feeling in my legs, I feel fantastic.