I don’t say jog. That implies some level of competency. I probably shouldn’t say runner either. I hope that doesn’t imply that I go really fast or do long distance.
In reality, I am a fake runner. I get up in the morning and force myself out the door. I’m usually wearing blue jeans and a sweater, an old coat, and if it’s cold outside a scarf i can breathe through. Then I do my rendition of stretches. It’s usually a combinatoin of stretches I’ve done in martial arts classes and the excersizes I see the pros on TV do. So I kind of fake stretch.
Then I turn on my ipod, and put the earbud in one ear. I need to be able to hear what is going on around me so I only use one earbud.
Then… I run as fast as I can and as far as I can like a mad woman. Why? Because it seems to make me happy. I think running is cool, and I really admire those of you who do it right.
Me? I’m not even going to claim to be one of you. I just run like a crazy person down the street listening to my running songs on the ipod. I hear: If You’re Going Through Hell by Rodney Atkins, All Star by Smash Mouth and Let Your Light Shine by Keb Mo’. I confess the last one isn’t fast and peppy, but it still makes me feel good.
I may add Impossible Dream to my running list, but I doubt I’ll be able to hear it much.
I don’t usually last the full three songs. *grin*