So I guess I'm starting to run now. For the love of God.
And really? Run is probably a strong word for what I actually get out there and do. In order to run it's probably necessary that one goes faster than an arthritic turtle. My good friend Dawn uses the word "wog", a mixture of walking and jogging, and that's probably way more appropriate for me.
The point is, I'm trying.
So I always take the Boy Child with me when I'm doing any type of outdoor exercise. He's motivating (which he thinks means he talks a lot...and he does that as well) and also if I fall and injure myself, as I am prone to do in every day life even when there is no exercise involved, he's old enough to call 9-11 and give pretty detailed instructions as to our location. I put a lot of burdens on that kid, but he handles them all pretty well.
We're running. Or wogging or whatever.
Or rather, I'm wogging. He's leaping about, jumping over puddles wider than my considerable ass. He's saying things like, "I've drastically slowed my pace so you and I can run together mom!" He's saying, "Watch this!" and then running around the track so fast that he practically laps me. He thoughtfully and helpfully says, "Ma! Your face is red! Are you having a heart attack?"
I'm not. I feel like it sometimes. But I'm not.
My knees are sore, but my heart is warm.
I'm learning to run.
I suppose there is some metaphor for life in there somewhere, but frankly? I'm to tired to even be bothered with finding it.
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Wogging! Love it.
I too turn a lovely shade of red when I exercise. It's very attractive.
Wogging. HAHAHA!!
I don't run. Unless a dude with a gun is chasing me and even then, why bother? You can't outrun a bullet :)
Seriously, I would like to run. A friend is an avid runner and not only has it helped her drop 35 pounds, she says it's helped lift stress from her mind, too. Something I need.
Good for you for running. Or wogging. Or whatever. You'll be doing a marathon in no time :)
What is this running of which you speak???
I've been "wogging" for two years now. That's the best explanation for it! See you in the next 5k!
Just remember this, friend:
Your biggest challenge isn’t someone else. It’s the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that yells, "CAN’T," but you don’t listen. You push harder. And then you hear the voice whisper, "can." And you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
rock on, Chick. You'll graduate from wogging to joggin in no time (if you so choose :))
Good for you, I can't wait to get the okay to start running. I used to run in college (before I turned into a lard ass) and I loved it, I'm so jealous of you right now.
Like Kellie said- My mottoe is I only run if someone's trying to kill me, and even then, it's 50-50.
At least you can wog- I pretty much just shaddle(shuffle + waddle) these days.
I wanna be a wogger too ... but I find it boring. I wanna get in the zone!
"Wogging". That is the coolest word, EVAH!!!!
everytime i wog my boobs hurt..
I'm so proud of you! Before you know it, your wogging will be running. I'm sure of it!
I was wogging before this last pregnancy, and I loved it! It really is a notch up in fitness and I hope you see a nice acceleration in your weight loss from it. When warmer weather comes I want to start again.
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