You know those videos (and I know you've seen them, on Americas Funniest Home Videos, and shows like Idiots Caught on Tape) of the big woman trying to para-sail and she gets air born, then drops and goes up again, comes down, gets her face dragged in the sand then eventually takes flight hanging upside down by one leg before dropping into the ocean with a humiliating splash?
Know what Im talking about?
Thats me trying to transition into the world of jogging.
Im that square peg. Jogging seems to be the round hole. My body is trying to convince me this isnt the way to go.
My shins feel like the muscle has been ripped off the bone, then tacks driven into the bone, the the muscle stuck back on with a nail gun.
Even my mutant-tiny ears aren't helping me. They keep dropping the earphones I stuck on them to drown out the cries as I thunder down the pavement.
Perhaps this needs to be the As Yet Untitled Blog About One Woman's Quest to Find Enjoyment in Walking Really Really Fast.
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