I'd say I have some pretty lofty goals when it comes to fitness. Some of them I wonder if I'll EVER meet. Although, I don't have any dead lines. HAHA! That would be too difficult. I simply WANT to get stronger.
This week I have woken up almost every morning with a headache. I used to have them ALL the time. I definitely DO NOT want to go back to that lifestyle. It's horribly rough.
Today's headache I knew was from staying up too late. Hey! When there's a day off from school and I don't have any early obligations I'm GONNA watch some shows after the kids finally go to sleep. The "alone time" is blissful. And it only happens once in a while.
I got up, stretched and headed for the kitchen. The more I moved the less my head hurt. That was a good sign.
I didn't get much exercising done this week...so FABULOUS!
I headed outside to check the wood-boiler and realized that the temperature isn't too bad. It's 36 degrees and sunny. It felt good. Yeah. I know. That's cold. But it felt great.
I needed to exercise. I needed to move. I felt the need to run. Well, maybe jog. Haha!
I changed my clothes and started jogging up the camp road.
The muddy ground was soft under my shoes. Squishy. In some places it was dry and firm. I tried to keep my feet on firm ground.
I focused on my breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in. Breath out. I jogged for a while, dodging puddles...breathing in the fresh air.
The icy wind blows against my face making my eyes water. Warm tears run down my cheeks. That's annoying. I wiped at my cheeks. It's hard to see through the watery eyes. Just keep going...
I keep running. I'm halfway up the hill, but I can't make it. I walk as briskly as I can. At the top of the hill I start to jog again.
I want to say run, but I know better. It's a jog.
I reach the end of the road and check the time. I have a few minutes. I keep going. Keep pushing. Keep breathing...enjoying the brisk air.
I turn around and head back. I have an appointment to keep. I jog all the way home. I can't believe I made it! I didn't have to stop. What a THRILL!
I might not be a runner, but I think I can safely say I'm a jogger. It might be slow, but I'm getting stronger every time. And THAT's all that matters.