At work, there are a handful of us that exercise every day. We show up at the administrative office, get changed into our exercise clothing, then jog. I make jokes about it and call it our company’s “Wellness Initiative” but it’s really only 3-5 people who jog after work.
Well, until very recently, I powerwalked. We go down a half mile, hit the lightpost that marks the spot, turn around, then go back. Well, some of the people (the ones still in their 20s) go further. I go to the 1/2 mile lightpost.
Very recently, though, I started jogging for part of this. Jog to the first lightpost. *THEN* powerwalk the rest of the way. Then it was “jog to the utility box”.
Now I’m doing this thing where I jog for .1 miles, walk for .1 miles, jog, then walk, then jog, then walk… and alternate the entire way. Five of each.
It’s absolutely dreadful. My breathing turns into doggy panting somewhere in the middle of the second jog and I spend the walking periods unable to do more than monosylables. By the time I might be able to string a sentence together, it’s time to jog again. At 0.9 and we enter the last walk? Oh, jeez. I want to die. So far, I have done this alternating jogging thing twice. The main thing I’ve noticed is that my ribs hurt. Like the muscles involved in doggy panting don’t get worked out that often so they feel sore when I take a deep breath.
The worst thing is the feeling like I’m in an episode of Baywatch. I feel like I’m jogging in slow-motion and everything is bouncing. I try to put more effort into forward motion than in the up-and-down, but it fails. And it’s hot. And it’s humid. And I can’t breathe.
As such, this weekend will involve not running.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)