Sometime ago Matt tricked me into signing up for a 5K.
Yeah, you heard me. He tricked me and that is the story I’m sticking with.
It was surrounded by all this discussion about how I really want to / need to shed a few pounds and I can’t seem to drastically alter my eating / drinking habits, so exercise is in order.
Well, that was quite a few moons ago and I have been ignoring this looming 3.1 mile walk / wog / jog. Definitely not a run.
Anyhow, my only goal with this is to do it. To finish. Frankly, I really don’t care if I walk the entire thing. A little jogging would be nice though.
So yesterday, Jen and I went for a 2.8 mile wog around the lake. I think it went well. I did a lot better than I thought I would, and actually could have pushed harder if we hadn’t gotten so chatty on the back side of the lake.
What’s my complaint then?
I felt like SheRa yesterday and now I feel like hamburger today.
I had no idea how sore muscles I didn’t even know existed could get. We will do it again next weekend and hopefully I will get my butt on our elliptical machine this week to help combat my body’s rejection of exercise.
Wish me luck.
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Yes, my powers of persuasion are amazing. Will I use this power for good or evil?
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