One of my well known shoe rules is that I have to be able to run in them. That includes the 4" heels because I'm going to have to run to keep up with you or one of the other 6'+ men in my life or make a mad dash for a train, which inevitably involves at least one flight of stairs. There's method in the ankle-strap madness.
Two days ago I sucked up my various favorite excuses, pulled on sneakers, yoga pants, and a top designated for exercise and actually hit the bike path/walking trail behind my house with the intention of starting Couch to 5K.
Twenty minutes, combination of walking and running. I let me new Fuze choose music based on the genre designation of "Pop" and headed down the trail.
Explain this to me. That trail is usually empty when I head out with a podcast for a walk. I can go all the way to the Mexican restaurant at the end and back and see a half dozen people total. Why on earth were there 4,000,000 people on the trail then when I went out to alternate between walking and running?
Anyway, while I excel at the 4" heel, wearing a skirt, half tipsy mad dash for the train, actually jogging in sneakers while trying to keep my headphones in--seriously I must have the wrong fit on those things--was less than incredible. But I did it. About 11 minutes down the trail (3.5 ish songs) I turned back. I probably didn't have enough jogging in my ratio of walk to jog for Ct5K but I jogged.
Then I came home and lay down on the floor with my feet over my head and griped at the cat about the back of my legs hurting. I need to do more yoga. I like the 20 minutes and done then though.
Now then, I have to do it again today. Wish me luck and fewer people on the walking trail.
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