Moderately Scared

Hello, my friend the Blog. It's been several weeks and the big picture has changed very little. My step-dad continues to deteriorate mentally and is now calling me regularly to complain that he's being held hostage in his own home. These calls are taking a toll on me for sure. My weight and my blood pressure are at levels never seen before. I try to think myself through this dilemma but no clear answers emerge. It's getting to the point where I almost want to desert my responsibilities and say to hell with it. But I can't and I know I can't. Prayer is the only avenue of escape. And running. Speaking of running, I'm killing myself doing that as well. Since going on simvastatins for cholesterol my pace has seriously diminished to a run/walk level of 14 minute miles. I just can't keep running for more that 6 or 8 minutes before my chest is so tight it scares the hell out of me. I've been good lately trying to make running a priority but my weight at 220 and my aching chest has even made that escape a painful alternative. And, of course, financial collapse looms even closer than before. I'm just about out of resources and it troubles me greatly to consider the alternatives. So I guess what I'm saying right now is I'm moderately scared for what the future holds. My health and my finances are not so good and the future looks even worse. So what is a man to do? Run and Pray, pray and run and cling to friends and kick the cats. Tomorrow will be better.
Thanks, my friend the Blog, for the release. Over, Ricky.