I woke up this morning with high expectations. My high expectations sometimes get me in trouble.
The morning went fairly smooth. Though I had no plans for how to fulfill my daily challenge. After dropping my daughter off at school, I came home and thought, “Well this is as good a time as any.”
I changed into some comfortable clothing, still undecided about what kind of excercise I would choose. I was leaning toward Pilates. It’s fairly comfortable – I wouldn’t have to leave the living room floor. But then I got the urge to jump to my most intimidating challenge: jogging. Sometimes lately, I will be driving and see a woman jogging and imagine how refreshing that must feel. And it was a gorgeous day – a perfect day to find that refreshment for myself.
I tied my shoes and started stretching at 1:15pm. By 1:20 I was out the door. Ah! The sunshine and fresh air was like pure life filling my bones. If only that feeling could have lingered a little longer…. Building up to a brisk walk I was still feeling good, and even upon first breaking out into a jog, my hopes were high. “I’m finally doing it!” I thought. Finally. It’s been about ten years since I last jogged – for real – since before my son, Blake, was born. I have done Pilates, I have joined and quit a gym, I have done crunches galore – but no jogging.
It was about the third block that I remembered why I don’t jog anymore. Ugh. My lungs are already beginning to burn. My brain again: “Are you kidding me?!” When I was in junior high I was on the track team for about a minute – that’s when I learned I had exercise-induced asthma . My doctor gave me an inhaler that I used briefly but pretty much hated. My solution was to quit track.
The memory of it all came rushing back today as I struggled to exhale. I slowed to a walk. Walk a couple blocks, jog a few, walk, jog, walk, and so it went for twenty minutes. I was frustrated. But really, what could I expect for my first try. I may take a few days before I try jogging again. And I’ll take it slow, and not expect perfection.
As for my phone challenge, this was actually more difficult than I had thought it would be. I decided my phone challenge needed some rules. First, I need to be the one that makes the initial call; return calls don’t count. And second, I think I will count calls to my mom afterall – I really don’t even call her as much as I should. I also realized that there’s a good chance that if any of my friends read my last blog they might feel a bit hurt by my saying that I enjoy the part of the phone call when it’s over. But really – Phone calls are scary for me, but they are worth it. I am always glad I had talked with someone after it’s over. And there are people I truly want to connect with over the phone. So friends, if you are reading this: please don’t give up on me. 🙂
Today I was called a couple times by Andrew and my dad. And I talked with someone from church – discussing plans for tomorrow night’s Supercharged events. But none of those calls were initiated by me. This task nagged me all day, but I am so good at excuses. I can always think of a reason why someone I know might be too busy to talk on the phone. And yet I finally made a call. After tucking in the kids, I dialed my friend, I’ll call her Lovely. I got her voicemail. This presented another problem. What do i do if the dialed person doesn’t pick up? I could keep calling friends till someone picked up, but that sounds exhausting. I suppose I will stick to my plan of dialing out to one person a day.
Wowsa. This is a long post. Overall not a horrible start to this Blogrimage thing. Nighty Night!