I knew I needed to get back in shape when I found I had gained another 10 pounds and now was at 274.
My wife and a few of her friends do a walk a few days a week starting at our house, going down the drive then down the street to the bridge at the low point, from there they go up about a few thousand feet to the top of a hill and back.
I ran a marathon awhile back (1997) so I figured I would challenge them to a race.
We started out the next morning. I took an early lead and didn't want to get too far ahead so I slowed down a bit to allow them to keep up.
We left the driveway and I was clearly in the lead. As the race progressed, I felt my heart rate get up to a good pace. My breath became deeper, and I felt like I was going to get my second wind at any time.
They were still back there coming on strong.
I picked up the pace a bit, after all , I was in good shape back then and I should be able to get through this.
my breathing became stronger and my heart rate increased correspondingly. I was clearly in the lead and planned to stay there. Beads of sweat ran down into my eyes and I pressed on. The end was coming in sight. a few more steps and victory would be mine.
Finally, I made it to the end. I had won. I made it all the way to the bridge at the bottom of the hill!!!! (About 1000feet.)