I've always been more of a mathlete than an athlete. I was a nerd, a band geek, and yes, I actually did do a mathathon to raise money for St. Jude's Children's Hospital once upon a time.
The last time I ran was 19 years ago... in high school... when we had to run a mile for the President's Physical Fitness Challenge.
But now I'm 37 and need to get in shape.
I started doing a 4-minute workout a couple of weeks ago. It kicked my butt when I started, but is getting easier.
Last week I started jogging. Yep, jogging.
I'm built for distance, not speed. I can walk for miles and often have. Jogging? Well, that's another story.
I've mapped out a route in our neighborhood that is 1 mile round trip back to my driveway. My first run I jogged .7 miles, walking the last .3 miles home. I was gasping for breath after 3 houses. My second run I jogged .72 miles, walking the rest. I even made it halfway up the hill (the one that I hit .7 miles in) before my legs and lungs gave out.
Today I took my third run. I made it up the hill, jogging .75 miles. I even managed the whole first block before I was breathing heavy.
It's small progress, but progress none-the-less. My goal is to be able to jog the whole 1 mile. Once I get there, well, then I can find a new goal. Like adding another loop of the neighborhood.