I was exceptionally lucky that my big brother had taken up running some time before me (actually for his Christmas present 2013 he requested, and I bought him a voucher to pay for a running course!) and gave me the good advice of getting a decent pair of trainers and how to go about it – if you get the wrong trainers it could put you off running before you’ve even properly started. 686 more words
Tags » Jogging
So it all began in February this year, with one of the epic Facebook messages me and my group of yummy mummies have – my recollection is that it all started with us complaining about how useless BMI is as a measurement, but I digress – within this long chain conversation one sentence my friend Emma, who has been running regularly for some time, wrote that stuck in my head and started gnawing away at me. 385 more words
“Don’t worry. He’s just playing.”
Sometimes you leave the jogging track and go into new territory within the park itself. You don’t run so far away that you risk meeting with The Insufferable Kid, but you might go as far as the sloping lawns and the pond at the park’s center. 1,054 more words
Life lessons I got from jogging (or, Obvious Bits of Common Sense Wrapped up in a Fancy Sports Metaphor).
I’m not an athlete. I’m not even a Mathlete, despite the Asian blood coursing, disappointedly no doubt, through my veins. I’m not great with sports, exercises, or anything that requires me to use my arms and legs, really, and I don’t usually enjoy such activities. 1,252 more words