The apocolypse is nigh. I've started jogging.
I'm not designed for jogging. I have a (pre)history of tripping and falling on flat ground, at a walk. (Scuff, SPLAT, "She's down again...") I've even managed to sprain an ankle while standing still. And yet, here I am ... trying to jog ... again. Last time I tried jogging was with my sister. 1 min walk/1 min jog alternating. I made it to the 2nd jog segment and *twist* *snap* *crash* "SONOFABITCH!"
Then, WHY?!?!" you ask? 2 months until eventing season starts and my gasping words at the end of XC still resound in my head, "I need ... to take ... up ... jogging." (wheeze, pant, pant, gasp) I tried the gym this winter but overdid the bodyweight training and there went the shoulders. And the cardio machines? They bore the snot out of me. Besides, its lower body fitness and endurance I need anyway and the dogs need exercise ... so jogging it is.
Of course, my version of jogging is more like most people's slow speed walk. I move with the speed of a glacier and the elegance of an earthquake, but whatever :)