I started running ten years ago (I'm 38 now).
Like a lot of people, my initial motivations were simply to get in shape. I had slowly let go of myself in the decade since graduating high school. Working lots of hours, traveling all around the country with bands...one thing led to another and before I knew it, a decade had flown by and all I had to show for the time was about 45 extra pounds.
And so I started to run. Slowly. And after a painful Summer where I slowly built up my endurance, I ran my first mini-triathlon, and as they say, the rest is history.
I've run 4-5 days a week for the past ten years. I've run tons of races (5ks, Marathons, a ton of Ultras and even a brutal 50 miler), and prefer trail running to all others.
I enjoyed watching myself get in better and better shape as my thirties wore on, and everything was going swimmingly until a trip to the emergency room last year led to pretty startling esophagitis diagnosis that ultimately led to an insane surgery (due to the presence of pre-cancerous cells...seriously, wtf??? I'm only 37 I thought to myself over and over again) which was accompanied by a 'no lifting weights' for 6-12 months order from my team of doctors.
"What can I do?" I asked. I was told that literally, the only exercise I was allowed to do was running. That is if I 'could' run.
I will never forget waking up in the hospital bed and instantly understanding what they meant. I was in so much pain. I literally couldn't walk. And I was on a liquid diet for the next two months.
Guys, let me tell you, there is nothing more depressing than watching your hard-earned physique literally disappear before your very eyes. It was freaking horrible.
But, I could still run. And so, a week later, my wife dropped me off at the gym, and I hobbled for 8 minutes on the treadmill before I waved the white flag. Onwward and upward I thought to myself. It sucked to have to start over, but I was overjoyed that I still could move. It's insane how a hospital stay can completely re-wire your perspective on things.
And now, about a year later, I am back. And beyond happy to be running. Every morning I get up, lace up my shoes, and can't wait to hit the road/trail/treadmill (depending on the weather). The best part is that, at 38, I am routinely within seconds of PR's I set in high-school.
No, on second thought, I take it back. That's not the best part. The best part is I'm just happy to be able to move my legs.
I know it's hard to find the time...but seriously, to everyone here, I highly recommend making running/the gym a priority and working backwards from it.
Do it while you can!