It is late. The late northern summer sun has just set. I am tired. I am so tired I am staggering from my car to the door of the store. As I lurch a little sideways, I wonder if any one sees me. Will they think I am drunk? I walk into the bright lights of the drug store and I see Jillian Michaels on the cover of a magazine. And I wonder if there’s a story out there, somewhere out there of some one like me, who is over weight, over 50 and over tired of everything. I wonder: is there a story out there to inspire me to lose weight, get fit and strong and healthy? What would that story look like? How long would it take? How would it begin?
And then I realise.
I will have to write it myself.