Healthwise

I just got in from running half a mile...straight.

Yeah, I'm admitting this in public...to you all...including my triathlon and marathon-running (and winning) friends. And yes, you too...the ones who have completed an Ironman. Smile and cheer for me.

If you should know one thing about me, it's that I don't run. If I had to run for my life, I would die, and don't get the idea that I'm out here sprinting a half mile. I mean, these ol' legs and I are limping along praying to God the end is near.

But we're doing it.

That's the important part, right? And we're doing it twice a day, so maybe the increase in pace will help kick up my recently sluggish metabolism. The dogs and I have been power-walking a couple miles a day since April, but we're getting down to the nitty-gritty now.

Time to get serious.

I've alluded to it here and there, but I don't like complaining about my bad health spells. I'm getting through one that started about a month ago...all the usual symptoms that accompany me and my Lyme disease. I've said it before, but hosting this bacteria makes me acutely aware of the signals my body sends me.

Listening (and obeying) are imperative to my health.

So that's what I've been doing.

Sleep!
And I take a two-hour nap when I get home from work.

Eat fresh!
I  make a mid-week trip to the farmers market.

Rest!
I force myself to be unproductive on the couch.

Walk gently.
I slow my pace.

Run slowly.
I do.

Sleep!
I go to bed early.

Get warm!
I take a hot shower, wear a jacket, turn the AC down.

Stop stressing!
I breath peace.

Listening and obeying, as necessary for me as breathing.

I've been blessed with more good days than bad the last two years.

And I'm blessed to be moving with strength on most days, including running that half a mile at night.

We'll keep dominating.