I like trains, but not training. Big difference!
We’ve got that corporate 5k coming up and that means jogging so I don’t totally humiliate myself. This time, the wife is coming (for the walk). Me, I’m jogging again. Hopefully, with better shoes and stretching exercises, I won’t suffer a repeat of last year (cramps, pulled muscles, a month of pain and a slow jog in the event (but, dammit, I made it)).
So now, Tuesday and Thursday noontime, my work friend Manjula and I are training together (Omar, he’s somewhere back there someplace). We’ll jog around the neighborhood behind the building, just trying to get to the point where we can do the three miles without stopping.
Yesterday was pretty nice – sunny and hot but good for jogging. Manjula had her iPod with Indian beat music, which was better to listen to than my “wheeze-wheeze-wheeze” soundtrack. It was actually a nice time (and it made me reflect on where life takes us sometimes), jogging with my Indian co-trainer with Bollywood music blasting from her pocket, figuring that with the bike riding I’d get three showers that day.
More to come as we continue our efforts to run this fractional marathon.