Day Thirty Seven

Yes. I'm back. Finally. This post will cover a lot of territory. I've been quite busy this past week.
To begin. Last Thursday was a long day. Got a call Wednesday evening, while at work, my Dad went into the hospital with chest pains. He's had 2 open heart surgeries in the past 15 years. Knowing his medical history doesn't make it any easier when one gets a call like that. Docs kept him overnight and he took a stress test in the morning. Did well enough to get released late that afternoon. No exercise.
Friday I ran 20 minutes and walked 10. Damn hot again. Got really busy at work and didn't leave til 4am Saturday. Got home and slept til noon. No exercise. Too hot again.
Sunday rode my bike for 12 miles. Nice long ride. For me anyway. Figured out I need a better seat if I'm riding any distance.
Monday ran 20 minutes and walked 20 minutes. Didn't plan to go the extra. Just felt like it. Glad I did. Once again August weather.
Tuesday no exercise. End of school activities, with my wife and children, kept us busy most of day. Weather is finally breaking. Only 75 degrees today.
Wednesday went for a 20 minute run and 10 minute walk. Temp is a lovely 62 degrees at 830 am. Felt really good and would have gone longer but had more school activities. School is over as of today. We came home for lunch. Got a call from my Mom, her sister passed away today. My aunt smoked forever and finally paid the ultimate price for her addiction. She had been ill for a number of years so it wasn't a suprise but unsettling nonetheless. This is also my weekend to work and I'm not sure if I'll be able to get funeral time. Sucks.
As far as following my plan it doesn't appear I'm doing too well with it. I should be running 9 minutes and walking 2 minutes for 2 cycles and running the last 8 minutes. Well I hate to say so but I still can't run more than 6 minutes. I'm trying but not making any headway. I'm pretty discouraged and not sure what I can do except keep plugging away. I can get one 6 minute run but not two. I sometimes think I'm not meant to be a runner.
Discouraged as I am, I'm not quitting. My Dad ran for a number of years after he retired and only gave it up because of knee injuries. I'm only 53 and want to live a good long time. My wife wants to be married for 50 years and I'll need to live for 34 more years just to do that. I'd like to lose 20 more pounds and exercise is one way to reach that goal. So I'll keep at it until I get where I want to be or die trying. Just kidding about the dying part. Will run for beer. Later.