Running man

Anyone who knows me knows my strong aversion to any form of exercise. This includes anything other than the usual muscle flexing required for daily movements around my microcosm. And I know I am not getting any younger. I keep making promises to myself but keep failing miserably at sticking to them. My heart is in the right place, my life is not. And try as I might, life is totally unwilling to give in to my daily pleadings. The result is a regular loosening of my belt notches and a few flying buttons around my midriff if I let loose my gut.
I did get my regular checkup done and results were less than perfect. I’m a borderline case for most of the figures that fall in the ‘normal’ range for my age and disposition. So medically I’m still in the safe but what do the numbers mean anyway? Statistically if my head is in the oven and my feet are in the freezer, my average is perfectly normal. I should be doing just dandy. It doesn’t mean a thing and I can feel the years creeping in slowly. I’m going to be needing reading glasses soon and that’s just the beginning. I can’t run up the same flight of stairs that I could a year or two ago and every now and then a few aches and pains creep their way into my body. The ones I always thought happened to ‘old’ people.
With all the medical advancements done in recent years, I’d think that by now they would have come up with a pill that fixes everything up. My father spent his entire life in medical research and my kid sister and her husband are both in medical research so I have a pretty good idea concerning the scope of medical efforts being made. So many findings are being published, so much research makes promises but still there is no pill.
I’m not greedy, I don’t want to live forever. I just want to live well the years that I have left. And for that there seems to be only one answer – exercise. I think it’s a general consensus or more likely a conspiracy. If I put my body through pains now, I can avoid them later. Exercise pains or the pains from not being fit – either way the pains seem to be the constants. My younger brother in Malaysia harasses me at every opportunity to get my act together and find time for my body maintenance. I keep promising him for tomorrow but it has not happened yet.
I wanted to take up jogging or as close to it as my body will allow. Every now and then I psyche myself up, get new gear and go to sleep with every intention of waking up early the next morning and going out for a run. I don’t kid myself with my state of health. I’d be perfectly happy logging in just a few hundred feet. But each and every time I manage to get up some time in the middle of the night and switch off the alarm. I’m not even sure if its me or some alien spirit which does not want me running around the place. But I get up later than even my natural waking time. This happens every time. By then it is too late for that day and all my other morning slots are clamoring for attention. Is there a way out of this rut?