Well, I do exaggerate a little...but not much, because that's exactly what it felt like. I went running today...and by that, I mean, jalking-- at best. It wasn't pretty. Oh, I knew my endurance would flag some, but nothing like what it did.
Several months ago, I was awfully proud of myself for graduating out of the couch-to-5k program (otherwise referred to as "The Lovely British Lady that Lives in my Iphone"). She took me to where I was comfortably running 30+ mins. But having done that, it was time to take the next step and work with "Ease into 10k". So I deleted the nice lady from my iphone as I pursued bigger dreams. But now that I have spent the last several weeks sitting on my ever expanding behind, I need her back. I apologized to the nice lady (and to my body), and put her back on my iphone. And without snarking at me, the lovely lady helped me start again.
On the upside, I felt better after finishing the jalk. And my doggie was pretty happy too. (It's been too hot to leave them outside, but she is an energetic dog-- so the jalk gave her an outlet too.)
There's a half marathon I want to run on Nov 3 called "Conquer the Mountain." Well, let's be honest here. If the Pudgy Parson makes it that far, there will already have been a considerable amount of conquering. But, a gal always needs a goal.