Jog

Jog.
It's been so long since I jogged.
T'was an on-off love-hate kinda relationship I have with this sport. Dieting. Boredom. Frustration. Escapism. So many reasons for my acquaintance with the activity. In any case according to research doctors, jogging's supposed to be good for us. Mentally and physically.

Today started off more or less the same. I wanted to introduce some endorphins into my system, so dug out my neglected jogwear, Nike shoes, towel, and socks.

"It's gonna rain soon, why don't you postpone?"
"It's ok mum, I'll be back in a jiffy."
Sorry mum. I need to throw the world behind for a while. I have to.

Skies were grey. With a slight wind teasing the clouds this way and that. Shrugging off my rain worries, I picked up my pace and ran.

thud, thud, thud.
Watch reads 6.41pm. thud, thud.
Ok missy. We shall continuously jog for 15min.

Trees. Bus 265. Cars. My old school building. Coffeeshop.

Brring brrring!

The sound shook me out of my reverie. Woman on bicycle frowned as she rode past me. Guess I was in the way without realising it. Shrugs.

I'm really out of shape. Legs were feeling like lead about 1/4 through my usual route. Luckily some fellow joggers I saw indirectly spurred me on.

Hey you there, I'm proud you're making time out for exercise!

I imagined in my little head.

And so the legs felt lighter, my breathing became less like a beagle's.
I never knew I could be a brainless woman. That brief 15 minutes sure felt goooood. For the first time it's LIBERATING to have a non-functional brain.

It's also strange, that moving along the pavement felt less tedious when you don't give two hoots about it. Before I know it, I'm 4/5 through my usual route.

6.52pm.
4 minutes more to go.

After what felt like 5 minutes..
6.53pm.
My heart sank. How come Time's moving so sloowwly now?!?!

thud.. thud... thud...
(Brain wakes up and talks) Ok don't tink about it now. You can rest after you pass that bustop. Just a few more steps babe.. a few more and you're there...

Uncle at bustop looks at me worriedly. Think I look like on the verge of a passout?!?

Ok now aim for the green signboard... Make it past that. C'mon!!
Shit the beagle's back. Pant. Pant.

Now a few more. Till that traffic light.... just TEN more steps gal!!! You can do it!!

I made it past the traffic light and walked. Legs were wobbly from the change in momentum. I forced myself to walk briskly and not stop.

My windpipe's so raspy and dry, I'll sound like a transexual if I were to sing there and then. Wiping the beads off my face, I tried to catch my breath while maintaining my pace. All the while keeping an image cos' there were other pedestrians on the pathway.

Ouch... my lower abs hurt. Like cramps. Eh no. It feels like i need a shit. Oh great.

Pressed the lift, leaned my weight on the wall, feeling like my final moments has arrived. One of those moments that I wonder why the heck did I put myself through that torture for!??! I hate jogging!!!

But by the time I finished my stretching, and my fave TV serial came on, I'm already planning my next jog. I DO feel like a million bucks after the jog.

Stupid doctors.