Being Weird

I’m weird. Yes, you probably already know that. But I live a little differently. We live, depending on who you ask, in the fattest state in the nation. And Men’s Health Magazine said that Jackson is a lazy city.  But I get up every morning at 4 and workout.

That apparently makes me odd. Statistically an outlier. A freak.

I’m not going to preach at you about exercise.  It’s a personal choice I make.  No, let me rephrase that. It’s a choice I make for my family. They deserve the best of me.  I’m 45 and have a six-year-old. He deserves dad to be active when he grows up.  I intend to be there for him.

I know, I know, you’re probably saying, “Well you have to die of something.” I hear that one a lot. And “I won’t run unless something is chasing me.” You want to know what is chasing me? Diabetes. Heart disease. Lung disease. Cancer. I’ve seen what the last years of someone’s life looks like when you are inactive, overweight and smoke.

No thanks.

Have you noticed what is happening to health insurance? No, I’m not talking Obamacare. I mean the stuff you (hopefully) get at work. It costs more and covers less. And it won’t get any better any time soon. If an apple a day keeps the doctor away, I’m going to have apple breath. Plain and simple.

So if you need me, I’ll be out there running. And when I get older, I’ll be walking.  Or swimming. Or biking.  And I’ll be shoving good food into my mouth. (except for M&Ms –which I have a slight addiction to).

I’m going to be living healthy.

Because I’m weird.

I pass this tree when I run. It is one of my favorites.