Just got home from the most amazing power walk/jog.
My loop is just over a mile long and winds next to scenic marshland, a nice park, and quiet residences. Although I'm incredibly self-conscious of all my huffing and puffing, I feel comfortable with this route. It's safe, it's convenient, and it's doable.
I didn't time myself, but I think I took about 20 minutes. To warm up, I started off with a power walk, then jogged for a block and a half. Honestly, I was winded and ready to quit by the end of that first block, but I wanted to push myself a little bit further. I set my sights on a fire hydrant up ahead and slowed to a walk again once I reached it.
I alternated between a relaxing pace and a power walk for the rest of the route. I was definitely feeling it--it's amazing how much endurance I've lost, even these few short months. My nasal passage burned with every breath and my teeth throbbed. For awhile, all I could focus on was getting home again. I forced myself to push through it.
I was so out of it that I surprised myself when I reached the corner of my block. I jogged the last half-block home, but how could I not with the sun beating down and "Mr. Brightside" in my ear buds?
The success of this walk feels so different from other workouts I've put in. Instead of bullying myself for not jogging more and for being so out of shape, I'm celebrating the fact that I took the time for some real cardio. I pushed myself through the pain, and I feel amazing now. The lingering burn in my calves and thighs is a constant reminder of this little victory!
Now for a delicious, nutritious dinner and a relaxing evening with my daughter. What more could I ask for?