"It never end, and so therefore it never starts."
-my head just now.
I haven't been running. I haven't been cycling. I haven't been eating right...
But I also haven't been gaining weight! I'm somehow all under 195, yet my gut has enlarged so it doesn't really come across as a positive.
Life never shows down. I thought once we moved to Conroe I could start running because we wouldn't be remodeling a house. WRONG! I moved here and started at a job working crazy hours, then I got a job with steady hours, and we start house shopping, the kids start playing sports, and we start "training" for the MS150.
On top of that, my little cousin Spencer passed away last week. It's something that didn't really come as a surprise, but it still wasn't easy... I know he's better off now, and he's not suffering anymore, but I still took it really hard and still haven't fully recovered. It's never easy when some one so young and so full of life passes on.
Well, we've found a house! We're in a contract pending inspection, and it's in a great neighborhood too! Every time we've driven into the neighborhood I've seen a handful of people out jogging / running! And our house is right next to the sidewalk that runs down the main road. I'm not sure how long the side walk is, but I would guess a round trip would be something like 4~5 miles.
So hopefully the combination of being in our own house, on our own schedule, with our own groceries and our own space in a beautiful neighborhood watching people running around will inspire me to get off my fat lazy ass and do something again!