Day 1: Legs itched like crazy. Had to stop.
Day 2: I’m going to DIE. Seriously, I might.
Day 3: I’m not going to die. But it’s close.
Day 4: I ran the first mile without stopping.
I bought new shoes.
This was my motivation to begin jogging again. They are fabulously bright, with neon orange shoestrings and grass-green insoles. That, and my coordinated running clothes (dressing the part always makes it more fun), are about the only thing I like about exercising. I really don’t like exercising at all: I have to get up really early, I’m sore most of the day, and I fall asleep on the couch at 9:30.
Exercise is one of those nagging reminders that a healthy lifestyle brings to my guilty mind. So this week I started trying to relieve that guilt, and get in shape. GO TEAM INGRAM!
I do enjoy “going somewhere,” which is why I only like to jog outside: no track, no gym for me. I’m too tired in the morning to do yoga, and the cat gets all up in my business. So ear phones in, new shoes on, and off I go down the street for the sunrise.
Here’s hoping I can keep it up when it gets chilly! I’m an exercise wimp!