Out for a cold slog

I was bundled up well.
I was bundled up well.

The weather was cold today, and the sun was no where to be seen. But I had promised myself, my wife, and my dog that I would go out for a slog (a slow jog) for at least two miles. So I bundled up good and headed out the door for two miles (walk or jog, but mostly walk) around the neighborhood… And I had zombies chasing me all the way!

The thing about getting back into a rhythm, at least with me, is that I’m very impatient. I want to run a marathon right away, and I get upset with myself that I can’t. I mean, I know that it’s going to take a while to build-up my stamina and fitness back.

I just wish it wasn’t going to take so much time and effort.

But I did this damage to myself over the last few years, and it’s going to take a while to fix it. Today was a good step forward. I felt good, even if I was beyond cold. The dog loved it, though… And I love myself a little more, too.

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