I jogged-walked today. I left the house at about 5:05 am, walked down to the corner and began jog-walking. Actually, at first I was jogging, but it eventually became jog-walking. And I am completely fine with this.
All this was brought on by a conversation I had a few days ago with someone who's been running now for about 4 years. She started doing it as a way to get in some free exercise and then was able to just stick with it. She actually began with a friend and their pact was just to run and talk and pay no mind to going faster until they were both ready. Basically they gave themselves permission to be slow and just be there in the moment with and for each other.
I've tried running--ahem--jogging in the past. It inevitably morphed into speed walking grin emoticon I remember one time I made plans to run with someone who professed to be a slow runner. Well, even she ended up pointing out how slow I was. I never attempted to run with her again tongue emoticon
The really great thing about my jog-walking this morning (aside from actually committing to getting out of the house to do it), is I kept wanting to do it. Even when my right foot started to hurt, I slowed down, took time to stretch it, and, despite the resulting limping, still found myself wanting to get back to jog-walking. I think the pain/limp may be the result of the top part of my shoe coming down on some veins during the "running" motion. Either that or that right foot is just amazingly tight and requires lots of stretching. I plan on figuring it out because despite all stops and starts and the pain, I was really super proud of myself. So much so, that I want to continue to do this at least through the summer, on weekend mornings right before sunrise. And when i get out there, the goal is to jog-walk until I can do it for the entire route without stopping and then maybe consider picking up the speed.
It's important for me to mention that once I got out there, I was praying for assistance to keep pushing through it. Heck, I prayed to get out of bed and go outside in the first place. And afterwards, as I limped back into the house, stretched and enjoyed the best tasting water I've had to date, I was super grateful--the whole time thinking, "We did it!" ("We" being me, God, the angels, guides, etc)
Looking forward to doing it with "them" again tomorrow.