Ouch

I'm trying jogging again. Maybe it's because I sit in a chair all day except for when I'm running around finding plants or various lumber supplies for my very important, but wants what he wants boss. Or maybe, and here is the more likely of reasons, seeing as I am lazy by nature and not motivated by sitting, it is because of the Olympics. I watch those people and I am amazed and jealous all at the same time. So I went out this morning to jog for the third time this week and I imagined in my head that I was in training, Olympic training. For what, Im not sure, I did not think that far ahead. So out I go, pumped fists in air, kicking my feet up. I think I got about half a block when I realized I was running slower than the runners at the END of a marathon. That was about when my stomach started to hurt and my sore legs from my last jog reminded me of their existence. I have said this before: When I start jogging again after a long absence, I always forget how painful it is to start again. My muscles fall into place just fine, they have a memory of the torture I put them through playing soccer growing up. But my heart and lungs just won't play along. It will get easier over time and then I will forget again how hard it was to get going. And I'm sure that something will come along life wise to make me stop jogging regularly again and then,well, circles my friend, circles.