Two weeks of brisk walking, coupled with a newly purchased set of workout duds, and I’m ready to start jogging. If I can’t master three continuous miles in the next 12 weeks, I’m in worse shape than I thought.
I am happy to report that I have incurred no injuries and am feeling downright perky. And, I suspect, my whole sleep experience would be better off without my daily dose of caffeine, but I’m not willing to test drive that theory yet.
Finding the time to squeeze these workouts in remains the biggest hurdle. So far, my oldest is guilting me into them with moderate success. My day is a constant swirl of activity. No task seems less vital than the rest, but I’ve had to draw the line in order to add this new plate – exercise – to my act. As a result, my blogging plate gets shelved more often than not. My apologies for the lapse.
In the meantime, let the jogging begin!