Torturous Tuesday

Hi blog watchers. Yes I started my regime again, and boy has these last six weeks taken its toll.

I went for a jog yesterday, (Monday), I thought I would break myself gently back into the whole idea of jogging, hurting, pain, humiliation and NAGGING SISTER!, So I walked the young girl to school, about a mile at a quess, and then walked to the bank to do my banking. That done, I decided that I will jog all the way home, which is a mile. Now as you now from the previous blog, I was doing two miles, easy-ish, ok nagging sister was virtually pushing me all the way, but I was doing two miles, virtually everyday. Well you can imagine the shock to the system when only after about twenty feet, I was huffing and puffing like a 100 year old on twenty havanna cigars a day!

You don't realise that if you don't keep it up, its not staying with you. Grrr, It was just like that first day way back last march (2007) I really had to push my self to get home.

I might just add here, that I was jogging alone, new recruit now has babysitting problems and nagging sister was......shall I say........ Yes....she was doing nothing, not even house work, didn't even pick up a broom, she was Facebooking, a complete time waster, (I know because I now have been added the ever increasing members) No nagging sister didn't do any form of heart pounding exercise or even got her heart above snooze mode yesterday. But I did

Today, however is a different kettle of fish. On the walk up to the school with the young girl, it started to rain, ever so slightly, and as my legs HURT from yesterday, I got on the phone tonagging sister "I am not ready for jogging in the rain" I say to her, "We'll just go for a bike ride tomorrow" But no, nagging sister wasn't having any of that, "Don't be daft its only drizzle, you get your butt ready immediatly" Mutter, grumble, hmpf....... So there we were this morning. It had stopped raining when nagging sister arrived at my house, bouncy and shiny and all made up like at flipping beauty queen, and me in my torn joggers, hair still sticking up from the 'drizzle' of rain earlier. "Come on then" says nagging sister, shoving her badmington stuff down, oh yes, she still goes badmington 50 thousand times a week, so I can just imagine how she is going to looke after this short jog, yes, exactly, not a lot of difference to how she is looking now, perfect!

Off we go then, chatting and laughing, well it is the begining, and surprisily I am enjoying it, I am doing better that I did yesterday, mmm maybe I just run too fast when I'm by myself, and before I know it we are passing five posts, half way to turn around lamppost, because that is all we said we were doing for the first week or so. I am still jogging along quite nicely, not feeling the pain yet, but belive me, it kicked in. Just before I reached the allyway! "Come on, you can do this I know you can, now MOVE" nagging sister yells at me. And so I do, hurting all the way to turn around lamppost, my only comfort was the fact the flies always seem to attack my sister as we run through the ally, (I'm sure dog owners let their dogs do their business here because they cant be seen between the hedges, hmmm) and I smile to myself, through the pain, at her schreaching and shooing away the flies, ah great fun.

We reach turn around lamppost, "Do you want to rest a bit" she says at me smiling "I in return looked at her and leaned heavily against the fence on the pretence of stretching limbs out.

I didn't think I would manage to run all the way back home from here and I stupidly said to nagging sister this, "I know you can do this and you will even if I push you all the way" she says, almost cruely I thought. But do you know what, blog readers, that is what nagging sister did. Pushed me, literally got behind me and pushed me, I was screaming out that she was hurting me, (Well my legs were killing me from yesterdays little jog) but the innocent dog walker just gave me a quick glance back and carried on walking her dog, I'm sure nagging sister cackeled then.

We made it home, just how I predicted, me looking this complete red, sweaty, heaving lump or humanity and her, nagging sister, looking as if she is about to do a photo shoot for Badmington Weekly!!

A struggle to stay fit blog readers, oh yes indeed, and I feel sure it will reamin a struggle for the rest of my life!