We must walk before we can run

I don’t know who said “we must walk before we can run”, but literally speaking I can relate. I started this blog because I have just started jogging about two weeks ago (again after a long hiatus) and I have already experienced debates in my head about why I should or should not go jogging today, hence the blog name. I admit that every time I return from my jog I feel great, so I don’t really understand where this lack of motivation comes from. I have read that many runners suggest keeping a running journal as an aid in motivation. My past experiences with journal keeping have not been very good, so I am hoping I will fare better keeping a runner’s journal in a blog format. As I am fairly new to this sport (blogging or jogging), I need all the help I can get. Anyway, at this point I am not sure if I will just write my random thoughts or include the weather, my mileage, and periodic weight shifts, which I know are looming around the corner.

Two weeks ago when this all began, my motivation level was extremely high because I was picked to carry the Olympic torch. Talk about lighting a fire under my butt. Anyway, I had entered my name months ago and I had forgotten about it. So when I received a confirmation e-mail from the Torch Relay people, I couldn’t believe it. I was thrilled and excited at the honour… and then fear crept in. Me? Carry the Torch? The Olympic Torch? As if there were some other torch that I could run around with without being arrested. My trepidation only deepened as I further read the e-mail. The confirmation form asked if I was going to run or walk. I did not want to do something as amazing as carry the torch while walking; it seemed like I would be somehow be offending someone by doing so. (Probably just me.) I was hesitant to choose the running option, because I in no way shape or form consider myself a runner. That moniker, I thought should be left to the Bruny Surins or the Perdita Feliciens of the world. (Even though Felicien is a hurdler, there is still running involved.) Besides, what I do now is more at the pace of a saunter or a stroll than any semblance of a run… I chose the run option… I am sure I’ll be fine. It’s only 400 metres. What could go wrong?

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