It’s confessional Thursday here at Luke1428. I mentioned in my recent post “Health, Wealth and Moments of Clarity” how I was inspired to begin my running program after meeting someone my age on a cruise that was an aspiring triathlete. At the time I was overweight, out of shape and low on energy. Talking with him throughout the week ignited my mental toughness and helped me see crazy dreams could still be achieved even at my age.
But it was someone much closer to me that truly provided the inspiration for me to get in shape. That person was Mrs. Luke1428. No, she wasn’t going all drill sergeant on me, screaming through a megaphone for me to roll out of bed each morning. Instead, without goading or guilting me into doing the same, she had been religiously going to a health club each week for months, getting herself in shape.
And boy, could I see the results! “Surely” I thought, “if my wife can change her physique post-four children, then so can I.” I wanted her to be as proud of me as I was of her.
I don’t think her efforts were premeditated - like some devious reverse-psychology attempt to give me a wake-up call. She really wanted to exercise for herself. But the fallout did affect me.
