Wednesday, April 6, 2011
That's the sound of me trying to catch my breath. Our walking club met today.
This is me, right after our meeting today. Okay, well it's not exactly me, but it's as close a rendition as any. The sweat? Flowing. The breathing? Heavily labored, at best. The legs? On fire, and weighing in at 37 lbs a piece. And not quite as stubbly.
"Walking club" sounds awfully official. The club has two (sometimes three) members and walks a paved path...nothin' fancy. It's just a nice way to clear our heads after work, enjoy some conversation, and get a bit of exercise. We trek at least three miles every meeting, and I can handle that. In fact, I'm all over it.
Here's something I'm not all over: jogging. This girl was not designed to jog.
We've added a little jogging into the mix, so I guess we're now a jalking club. I've handled it fine the last few meetings, but today? Not so much. If we jogged one more 1/4 lap, I was planning to crawl to my car on my belly. We'll see how the ol' legs hold out tomorrow. Right now they're just daring me to pull that stunt again.
It gets easier, right? Right??