There comes a moment, that perfect moment, when you (and I really mean me) stop making lame excuses and get back to running. Even if you (and I really mean me) have to start practically back at square one and shake off any potential embarrassment over bulges and newly found jiggly places.
Like the profound musical entertainer P!NK says, So What?!?
Sometimes you (and I really mean me) just have to getoverourself (and I mean getovermyself) and get back out there. Even if you (and I really mean me) haven't run since half past forever, even if you (and I really mean me) have to re-program your watch to WAY shorter intervals (somewhere in the run:2 walk:1 neighborhood), even if you (and I really mean me) can barely woggle through two miles before having to take your (and I mean my) sweet daughter to tennis camp...
it's still better than nothing.
As an homage to my return to this running thing, I leave you (and this time I mean you) with an 80s flashback video where a really strange guy with scary hair sings about running.