Yesterday I tried something that I've always been afraid of but intrigued by. Other people do it all the time and survive, so how could it hurt to just take a little taste? Many of them are hooked on the sweet sweet drug that is: jogging. Yesterday evening I jogged/ran for the first time since my high school gym class. It was too nice to work out inside last night on the elliptical, so I just had to go outside and indulge my curiosity. I do the usual 30 minutes on the elliptical at least twice a week, but running on the track at one of the Universities by my house last night was way more challenging and more entertaining, though I can watch Cops in the gym while I work out. Anyway, I made it much farther than I thought I might before I had to shift over to a walk: just over 2 miles. I walked about another 1/2 mile to cool down. I am sore today, but I think I may try it again tonight, just to see if I can hack it. One of my buddies from work may join me, as he lives only a few blocks away, too. I usually only run when there is a point (like soccer or football or whatever team sport I am playing at the time), or when chased, but that may change.
It's nice to be forming these healthy individual sport habits. I hope that I can make this one stick. It's easy for me to get motivated to get out of the house and work out in the Spring/Summer, but once the gloom of winter rolls around, I get all broody and stay in the basement until it's time to play Vball or softball with my team of friends. I hope that next Fall/Winter will be different and that I can stay motivated to use the elliptical more often (maybe three times a week). For now, though, I'll enjoy exercising in the sunshine.
2 comments:
Um, ew. I hate running. Really, I just hate sweating. Hope you have fun and while you're at it, why don't you grab an extra 30 minutes of jogging in my stead?
Running outside is far better than running inside, in my opinion. When I am inside (treadmill, etc) all I think about are the steps I am taking. When outside, I think about the people I pass, how much I would like to be eating at a cafe I pass, and how embarrassed I would be if I passed out.
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