Yesterday I did something so foul, so unthinkable, so degrading that it possibly tore a hole in the time space continuum, and even now eldritch, ancient space beings with tentacles for faces are coming to drag me away into their horrific dungeon Corners, never to be seen again.
For yesterday, I went jogging.
Okay, it wasn't that bad. My sandals provide a surprising amount of comfort and support, much more than my old walking sneakers, and the worst thing really was my distressing amount of bouncing, which Annika informs me can be remedied with special tops that rugby players wear and aren't sports bras for guys AT ALL.
We went for a circuit around the bay, and I guess I ran about a quarter of the way and fast walked the rest. My lungs held up better than my leg muscles did, which surprised me a bit after all the Doom Hill walking, but I guess running uses different muscles from walking. Today I'm as wobbly as a newborn giraffe, but I'm keen to keep at it and get to the stage where I can jog the whole route without stopping.
Also, it seems that my livejournal feed has stopped working at the moment. I'm looking into it, hopefully it rights itself soon or I'll have to get me a paid account and set up a new one.
