On Thursday night, I decided I would give jogging a try. So, yesterday morning, off I went!
As I’ve mentioned, I am definitely not a jogger, but a walker. For the sake of my body – and especially my lungs – I decided to start off slowly, so I did three repetitions of the following cycle: 6 minutes walking and 1.5 minutes jogging/running.
Originally, I had intended to do more than three repetitions, but by the time I was done with my third 1.5 minutes of jogging/running, I felt like my legs were about to give out or that I would faint… or maybe both in quick succession? So I took it easy and walked the rest of my four-mile course.
Still, I felt very good about myself yesterday. Using my entire body to exercise and feeling out of breath… the feeling is exhilarating. And feeling physically tired?! WOW. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve felt physically tired before, of course, but it has been a long while since I’ve felt like collapsing on the floor and not moving at all. Lately, I’ve been more mentally tired than physically tired, unfortunately… Even after my step machine workouts, the level of tiredness is incomparable.
Fast forward to Saturday, 4:05 in the morning: I am lying in bed, feeling like I had just fallen asleep when I have, in fact, been asleep for a little under two hours. I hear my upstairs neighbor’s heavy steps and his music and think, “What the heck is he doing? Partying all by himself?” I move my legs and notice they are stiff… and sore. “Huh,” I murmur before falling asleep again.
My legs – especially my thighs – are so sore today. And I must say, I love it. Okay, it probably means I should warm up more before exercising, but I’m very pleased that my thighs are sore. My thighs are my problem area, I am definitely a pear shape.
I will give jogging a try again tomorrow morning, and I’ll let you know how it goes!
P.S. – On another note about this morning: The negative co-worker I have mentioned in a previous post called me at 10 AM. Seeing that I fell asleep around 2:30 AM or so, I was still asleep at 10 AM. In other words, she woke me up on a bloody Saturday morning! I was startled at first, thinking it was my alarm, and that I was late for something. When my hand finally found my cellphone, I looked at the screen through half-shut eyes, saw her name, and put the phone down at the same time. I tried to fall asleep again but, of course, I couldn’t. This may be just me, but unless it’s absolutely necessary, I never call friends (let alone those I don’t know very well, as I should be considered by her) on Saturday/Sunday/holiday mornings. I do this because I assume that, like me, they value the mornings when they get to sleep in and just relax.
Anyway, she left me a voice message. I listened to it a while ago, and it’s so loaded with negativity – not her words, but the tone of her voice and… just the energy I feel it emits. Call me crazy, but it’s impossible not to feel it. Ugh. Guess I’ll call her back now.
