(So, it’s my new goal to title all of my posts with cheesy song lyrics)
Did I tell you I’m training for a 10-K?
Oh, I didn’t?
I’ll wait for you to finish laughing.
All done? Good!
So, yes, I’m training for a 10-K. Which, I discovered after looking it up is 6.21 miles. Which is about 6.2 miles farther than I’ve ever run. You see, I’m not a runner. I run when I’m being chased. And even then, only if I’m not carrying my pepper spray.
Why, you may be asking, am I doing a 10-K then? Well, first of all, you’ll notice that I’m not “running” said 10-K. I will jog as much as I can. Probably walk much more than I like. But the thing is, I needed some kind of goal. Because since October, my health and exercise plan has pretty much been non-existent. And just saying “I need to work out more” wasn’t cutting it. So my brilliant friend Krissy decided I needed a goal. And the goal she set for me was a 10-K.
So far, I’ve trained for 5 days. Those days were ugly. But during that time, I’ve perfected wogging, which is a little faster than a walk, but a little slower than a jog. It’s glorious.
I beg of you, if you see me, wogging around town, please try not to laugh too hard. I’m trying.
Good for you!!! Wogging. I LOVE it.
Good for you! I was thinking about training for a 5K for the same reasons. Except I don’t really know where one is. (i don’t count that as a problem) I would really like to be a runner!
So keep wogging.
you go girl!
Is wogging that funny looking thing “in-shape” people do when they really get those hips moving and look as though they have to pee while they’re attempting to run? Just “woggering” - LOL!
a couple of months and you’ll be running the whole 10-K. nice job and finally, those crazy running shoes you had to walk on the treadmill at the store for will be getting used to their potential. hooray!
don’t shart on yourself while you’re woggling.
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