Survival of the fittest?
I jogged for the first time in years today - and I survived, just!
Of course, I only managed twenty minutes, but I still count it as probably the first proper jog of my life. It wasn't through choice, mind you, but our cross-trainer has broken. (Yes, another one. We only bought it just after Christmas when our old one broke.)
Actually, the jog was surprisingly pleasant. At 7.40am there was no one around who might recognise me, just a few dog walkers. The canal and field were beautifully peaceful, the air fresh and the frost still on the ground. Bliss - well, as near bliss as jogging is ever going to be!
Due to the broken cross-trainer and my inability to jog for more than 20 mins, I also squeezed in a few lengths at the swimming pool (well, okay, 100, I know I'm boasting but I'm proud of myself, so I won't give away how slowly I swam them!). I haven't tried to swim at the weekend for ages and this too was a pleasant surprise. The evening swims are always so packed it's impossible to do maximum speed and often ones lengths end up with curves and loops as one tries to avoid other swimmers or kids splashing in the pool. But today's family swim was practically deserted by contrast. Bliss - a bit closer to real bliss this time than the jogging! ;-)
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Sorry, Paola. I'd apologise for my 'foot in mouth' habits, only I suspect using the very phrase itself is another example of it. Hope your knee's better soon.
I'm full of admiration!
Hi Prue, Yes I am very proud of my swimming, I managed another 100 lengths this morning (great tiem for thinking and ironing out poetry problems). My jogging is quite slow though so I suspect is probably somewhere between a mile and a mile and a half in twenty mins. I've bought a pedometer today in the hope it will help me work out how far I've done. In a silly moment down at the pub a few of us did talk about doing the Race for Life, which is three miles. Now my best friend is a marathon runner so she will be fine. I however hate running so want to get a good idea of exactly how much agony three miles is likely to be in time to think up some good excuses for not doing it if it looks too painful!
Sue, I am full of admiration. I remember you did the Race for Life last year or the year before. I can't even imagine (I don't want to think of the agony!) running five miles. I suspect the race for life may be beyond me, unless I stop and walk!
My main problem is overcoming inertia. Once i'm up and doing I'm usually fine! I love the buzz and also, as long as I'm not too pushing myslef too hard, find it good 'me' time in terms of thinking about problems working on poetry in my head etc.
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