I just completed week four of the nine week Couch to 5K running program. This should actually be the last day of week five, but I got lazy and took a week off. I expected today to be hard. I expected to have to start week four over, but it was fine. My running was slower than usual, but speed is not the point. Completing the program is the point.
My father died (about thirty years to early) a few months ago. Officially, my Dad died because of one of those pesky infections often associated with hospital stays. However, what really killed my him was decades of heart disease and high blood pressure.
My father would not have been in the hospital if his kidneys had not failed. His kidneys would not have failed if his blood pressure had not been to high for to long, and his blood pressure would have been normal if he has taken better care of himself.
So… Like I said previously, it wasn’t the infection that killed my father. It was years of willful neglect. He loved to eat. He was an excellent cook. He was a fat, jolly, happy man, but he did not take his health as seriously as he should have. He’s dead now, and I think, unless I am careful, I might be headed in a similar direction.
I am fat. I am jolly. I love to cook. I love to eat what I cook, and I (up until a few months ago) did not take my heath to seriously. His first heart attack was at 36. I am 31.
His passing has left a huge hole in my heart. There’s a Daddy sized space in my life that I didn’t expect to have worry about for another twenty or thirty years. This hurts like nothing else I have ever been through, and I will be damned if I do not take this as a cautionary tale.
I have changed my life. I eat better. I started running, and a body weight exercise program. I am not perfect, but I’m getting there.