Two Days In A Row!

Two days in a row, now maybe nagging sister will be more lenient about the whole jog to the park, jog round the park and jog home again scenario! Maybe the still quiet voices will ease off over this festive season AND GIVE ME A BREAK! But I doubt it. Encouragement is what they call it, I call it constant whining.

Yet here I am, blogging, which as you probably guessed by now, means I went out jogging again. On my way to the path I spied a fellow runner. He was jogging way ahead of me, I was thinking 'Good, get ahead, then you wont hear me wheezing behind you' He looked quite fit, running almost, so there was no way I would catch him up. Breathe a sigh of relief. But, wait, he's stopped, he's walking, oh no I'm catching him up. I almost cried out 'Keep going mate' but of course the only sounds coming from me was my heavy breathing. He must have heard this because he looked round and then moved to side of the path. 'Oh no, I'm going to have to pass this fellow jogger, with me wheezing and puffing like a broken down traction engine' As I got nearer I realised that maybe he wasn't a feller jogger, he was wearing painting overalls, oh thank goodness, he is just late for work. 'Alright' said the late worker, 'huh rrr aaah' I said back to him as I passed him. But that put me in a dilemma. Do I walk some of the way when I know he can still see me, or do I carry on till the alley before I walk between the lampposts. I didn't want to look like a pathetic old girl trying to beat old father time, but then again, today I was achy from yesterdays jog.

In the end I opted to push myself to the alley and even through the ally until I saw turn around lamppost. Yes! walk now, walk. As I stopped jogging a rush off something went to my head, I'm sure it was euphoria! Oh wow this feels good, just walking, but of course, those nagging voices which never seem to leave me urged me to go on.

Touching turn around lamppost and heading on the home stretch I half expected to see late for work man, but it seems he disappeared! I looked to my left thinking maybe he gone across the park, but no sign of him. Was this a figment of my imagination just to get me pushing myself, has my delusions now taken on a new dimension of hallucinations? Hmmm. Its a worry. I could become the fittest person in the asylum at this rate.

........What?........Sorry? ...... Oh the time! well I am quite pleased with that it was 16:03.50

So doctors! maybe I'm not so daft after all if I am getting fitter.