Last night I managed to do my first proper jogging session since I received a football injury back in May 2010, where I pulled my groin. Sounds silly as it should have healed by July at least but I just seem to reaggravate it every time I do some form of exercise.
So, last night, with paramedics on standby, I bravely ventured forth into the cold night, and boy was it cold. Polar bears had been sighted in the neighbourhood as is was more suited to them than the Artic.
Anyhow, I was in Brixham and went down to the Breakwater which is exactly one mile in length, and thus my jogging session began.
The wind was flowing through my hair......ok, roaring past would be better. The waves, either side were being well behaved, so I rather generously waved back. The lighthouse at the end of the breakwater stood proud and tall, and I patted it. I know, sad aren’t I??
Now jogging isn’t exactly an activity which you can describe as exciting. Quite frankly, it isn’t.
It’s mental. And I guess you have to be mental to do it as well. BUT, it serves a purpose. You get to pass other like minded idiots (assuming you’re not as out of shape as they are) looking like they are either having a heart attack, on happy drugs, or just intellectually challenged. This is why I jog at night. Too dark for anyone to see me die, lol.
And why do we do these things??? To be that little bit fitter when death visits us, which will now be sooner rather than later, as my body isn’t used to the abuse that jogging is giving me.
But persevere I will, as I need to be moderately fitter before I resume my footballing career. Yes, Me. A 40+ year old playing footie with a bunch of kids half my age or younger.
I must fit into the intellectually challenged category :(
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
In the UK - why is there only one monopolies commission??