It didn’t turn out to be on January 1st all neat and tidy that I got out and exercised. Not even my pithy anecdote of always starting on the 2nd anyway. It’s the 3rd and I have no explanation. My shoes are on, I’m outside. My arms are moving in a running action my legs are bending in a running manner. I am almost motionless. I hope no one I know sees me. I can’t get my body to move enough to get my blood rushing and my breath shortening. Is this what seven years in bed does to one’s body? Renders it motionless? I make it across the street at last and someone walking their dog passes me. This can’t be good. Twenty minutes of this motion just before the motion of running and I call it a day. I’m tired, but not of doing, but of trying to do. Stella tells me the improvement curve is quick at the beginning. I hope she’s right.