Jogging

So I'm trying to get an exercise routine going, but I have the attention span of a blueberry muffin and have yet to find anyone willing to torture themselves with me, and so exercising gets pretty boring, pretty fast. I live on a giant hill, so lately that's been where I walk. Down first to fool my brain into thinking this'll be a walk in the park, flat for a while with some beautiful river scenery, and then a grueling hike all the way back up.

This was going all fine and dandy with my fancy shmancy i-pod bouncing around in my pocket and my impromptu dance sessions frightening the neighbours. But then....DUNH DUNH DUHHHHHH...I got bored.

How did I cure this boredom? I decided to jog.

I know, I'm special. And this is what I realized....I really hate jogging. First off, I've got a decent amount in the chest department, and I curse the invention of a sports bra, because unless it's as tight as a corset to flatten those bitches down....it's doing squat all to stop the bouncing.

Second, I'm asthmatic, which I normally don't let get in the way of anything, but with all of the above forementioned bouncing going on, plus the general exertion...I'm huffing and puffing like a chain-smoker running a marathon.

And all this would be tolerable if the cars on said road (which is gravel by the way) didn't travel at the speed of just-slightly-slower than light, kicking up dust and gravel to create horizontal tornados that leave one feeling rather like they just crossed the sahara and leaves me finding small stones in such uncomfortable places as my ears.

Yet despite all this, I think I'll keep the jogging aspect in. Until I get bored. Then maybe I'll disco. That'll be a sight.