Finally got off my butt and started brisk walking / jogging (extremely slowly and heavily!) at a track just across the road from our home. I may have mentioned it before. There's a small park across from where we live and they've got a trail marked out for runners. I'm only managing 1.2km before my feet automatically head home. I guess I could do 2.4km but I refuse to push myself. I walk, I jog. I jog, I walk. I flail my arms here and there, exercising and stretching them as my feet move along. If I look weird, I don't really care cos everyone else there is minding their own business exercising too. There are a lot of arm flailing aunties like me at the park. Who cares?
The good thing I've noticed is I'm not gasping for air. My head doesn't feel heady with lack of oxygen during the jog and I'm not feeling any pain in the mornings after. Maybe no pain no gain but I'd rather not have any pain. Would rather be able to do this in the long run. Keeping my fingers crossed.
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