As with most new parents my self care went right out the window. Comfort food (and booze!) magically found its way into my mouth.  A “dad bod” was slowly gaining ground and I wasn’t liking how I felt.  

I decided to get back into shape and went for a jog with our infant kid on a nice, sunny day in San Francisco’s Golden Gate park.  No stretching, no warm up, just went for it.  “Nice and slow…just get your feet back”, I thought.

5 minutes in and I was gassed…and pissed.  “No fucking way!!! Not fucking acceptable!!!” raced through my mind and heart. Then it hit me: “if I make it to 70 then my kid will be 30.  How do I want that to look?  Not gassed out after 5 minutes of a slow jog, that was for damn sure”. 

 Since then I’ve committed to defining and becoming what I want my “future self” to be and helping other parents ready to re-prioritize their health to do the same.