Sunday, August 19, 2012
Today I stepped way out of my comfort zone and not only did my wogging outside, but also wore shorts. Normally, I'm on the treadmill at the gym (usually during times when there are not a lot of people around) and wearing long work out pants. My route took me in a loop down Park Avenue from my street to the Helmsley Bldg, under the one underpass I turned and came back uptown thru the other underpass, then back uptown to the Armory where I turned (before the big hill) and came back down town. Along the way, a few things crossed my mind...
My thighs jiggle when I run -- hell when I walk!, but I just don't care.
My belly is still poochy, but I just don't care.
My "running" is uneven and the speed is inconsistent, but I just don't care.
Other real joggers were passing me left and right, but I just don't care.
By the end of each of the "run" parts I'd be sweating and panting, but I just don't care.
I wasn't covering as much ground as I would have in the gym, but I just don't care.
The sidewalk is a LOT harder than the treadmill, but I just don't care.
When I came back to my building and was collecting my keys from my doorman, I said "Fitness sucks!". I was half joking at the moment. He asked if I'd been out jogging to which I replied that I had. He said that was awesome and that I, with sweat pouring down my face and stinky, looked great! And I have to admit, that at that moment -- sweaty and stinky -- I felt great! Because I had wogged 2.5 miles outside, in shorts, and hadn't given up! I completed today's program and finished week 3 and I felt sweaty and stinky and exhilerated! And that's an awesome feeling!