This occurred to me this morning, and I don't want to forget it.
Annual physicals were required under our old health insurance (for a lower deductible), so at the beginning of every year - for ten years - I'd go in for the delightful weigh-in, blood draw, and medical inquisition.
"How about exercise?" asks the kind doctor who must think I just overlooked that on the questionnaire.
An embarrassed shake of the head... "None. Unless you count chasing little kids??"
Then two years ago: "I'm training for my first 5K. I'm just starting to run, so ... 1-3 miles a couple times a week?"
Then one year ago: "I got hurt last year. Runners knee after the 5K, then a pinched nerve, then 5 weeks of physical therapy. No exercise for the rest of the year. I'm just starting to run again. Training for another 5K. So... 1-3 miles a couple times a week?"
And now. Well... I don't think annual physicals are required under our new health insurance, but, let the record reflect that I'm running about ten miles a week. And I bike on nice days year-round, and I'll swim regularly again over the summer. And every now and then I do some sit-ups and push-ups.
I'm no longer stationary.
That reminds me of a conversation I had with another mom last summer. I'd mentioned training for my tri and she replied: "Good for you. I'm not a runner at all. If anything, I guess I'm just a sprinter. I only run five miles at a time, 2-3 times a week."
So... If I'm comparing myself to her "not a runner" status, I guess I'm not even a crawler!
Whatever I am, I'll take it. I'm pleased. And I'm healthier than I once was.