I think today was the first day in many many years that I attempted to jog. I was remarking to a friend earlier in the day over email that I don't jog/run but perhaps because of that I gave it a go on my walk home from work. I have been pretty active lately with the whole walking home from work thing. Of course besides the whole foot incident that we all remember so well. At least I do.
It just happened. I was crossing Atlantic Avenue while the light was blinking red. I wasn't going to make it so I began lightly jogging. Then I just kept going, a little faster and faster until I was at a decent pace.
It was like in the movies when someone realizes they can fly, or walk again.
It went well...for a few blocks when I collapsed and starting clutching at my chest. No I didn't fall down or experience any heart failure but I only lasted about 3 blocks and then had to stop. I tried it again when I was almost home and didn't even last more than 2 blocks the second time.
I'm pretty impressed with myself though. I never thought I'd be able to do that, especially not whilst smoking a cigarette.