I Type for my Sanity

Jysko

Jogger-happy

After my late-night meal yesterday (and by late I mean past 11 pm) it was time for exercise… the next day, of course.  So as most people do, I was on my way towards the gym.  Then I remembered the last time I was there I ran behind a not so pretty view.  Let me just say this, it was see-through, hairy, and not something that motivates me to run faster so that I may be inches closer to it.  I’m as gross as the next person when it comes to the gym, but this guy… this guy was special.  Trying to avoid seeing that sight again, I decided to run on a trail that I had heard of.  Best idea I’ve had all year, and I demand that you give me credit for that one because it’s only February.

It was the most rewarding thing, getting to the top of that hill.  Not only did I get a good work out, but the view was amazing.  So much green, and the rain definitely made the experience even better.  I felt like one of the Von-Trapp kids about to break out into song.  It was also invigorating to be removed from the monotonous path of a rotating silicone belt.  There were more inclines, obstacles, and even jumps involved on this run.  If I jumped on the treadmill at the gym I would fall on my face.  Smeh.

YES, I run in Converse’s.  I’m sure the running-savvy would shake their heads in disgust right now, but I assure you, I’m buying real running shoes soon.  Shoes with support, padding, and hopefully I can get my hands on the ones that make my butt and thighs look amazing:

Killing three birds with one stone, is better than killing two.

xx

Jysko

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