I’m a pretty huge guy, so exercise is by no means an important part of my day. Recently, I’ve been relying more and more on weight-based workouts, instead of what used to be my daily routine of thirty minutes of cardiovascular workout and an hour and a half of weight training using my own body weight. While a purely weight-oriented workout isn’t bad, there’s nothing quite like a good jog.
So earlier this week, I went back to running every morning. Since I’d put on some weight since I last jogged, I limited my running time to fifteen minutes. Now, the problem was that I wanted to run at the park near my house, but the park was still closed at five in the morning. Since waiting for six a.m. would seriously wreck my schedule (I did my weight workout right after the jog), I hauled myself over to the nearby bridge.
It wasn’t bad. It took twelve minutes back and forth, with a warm up and cool down period of four minutes. Good thing about five in the morning is that there aren’t that many cars in the morning, so the pollution’s not too palpable.
Fun thing about running is that after some time, it just feels natural. And it’s exhilirating. I mean like, wow. Really thrilling. You may be gasping for breath like a fish out of water afterwards, but man, you know you enjoyed yourself. And for a few moments, seconds before the adrenaline rush fades, you’re thinking that you’ll be doing this again tomorrow.
And that’s when you start feeling the pain in the knees. . .