To run?

To run or not to run?...that is the question. The thought of it revolts me. I ran in junior high and high school. I was even quick at the mile. But that was umpteen pounds ago. Between asthma and weight on the joints - the thought makes me cringe. 

I did not get here overnight even though it feels like I did. Therefore, running is not going to be an easy feat. I am not sure how to even begin other than get up and move. 

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5 NIV)

I can only fail if I give up. Success is not measured by the end result but by the journey and keeping it alive. There will be prizes along the way and gems that God sets before me. Ultimately, I just need to move. 

I have planned to start tomorrow afternoon. I have also planned on deep cleaning my house. It will not get me out of my depression but it will have a result. It will not burn calories but it will make me feel pleased with something.