A few weeks ago, Rebekah and I ventured into a new hobby, a randomly selected book at the library being the criminal catalyst. Some may refer to our new hobby as “running” others “jogging,” but if I had my choice, it would be christened “careening.” If one observed me jogging (if that is what one calls it) that person might find it very much like the jogging of others; however, eyes once trained, would definitely pick out the subtleties that differ other activities from the act of careening.
The book we apprehended from the library, though incredibly helpful and ultimately culpable for our present predicament, said nothing of careening. You will have to infer all the juicy delights of careening on your own.
The book The Beginning Runner's Handbook compels a person to leisurely, yet consistently, build ones training, and since I tend to over-run (and subsequently die) every time I get the sudden hanker, it is a great strategy for me with an actual goal in mind: thirteen weeks to running 10 kilometers without a problem. Rebekah also boarded the jogging wagon, and together we shall rule this highway called fitness . . . or health, or wellness, or some other daft name.
Two blocks away from us, there lies a store called The Running Room, and believe it or not, they know quite a bit about running. We confirmed there, us already suspecting, that Rebekah's feet pronate (collapse inward) slightly. But we also discovered, us not suspecting, that my right foot pronates slightly also. “Strange,” I mutter to myself. “I know,” was the response. “Who woulda suspected?”
New shoes from The Running Room have entered our lives and though a bit pricey they are the most comfortable, airy shoes to ever tear up a Twin City sidewalk with a Kyle Jaeger inside. . . . Well, could be true. The shoes complement our new fitness regime which has been low stress and entirely doable. That's all for my sales pitch. We'll tell you more if our calves explode or knee caps pop off or lungs capsize.
The book we apprehended from the library, though incredibly helpful and ultimately culpable for our present predicament, said nothing of careening. You will have to infer all the juicy delights of careening on your own.
The book The Beginning Runner's Handbook compels a person to leisurely, yet consistently, build ones training, and since I tend to over-run (and subsequently die) every time I get the sudden hanker, it is a great strategy for me with an actual goal in mind: thirteen weeks to running 10 kilometers without a problem. Rebekah also boarded the jogging wagon, and together we shall rule this highway called fitness . . . or health, or wellness, or some other daft name.
Two blocks away from us, there lies a store called The Running Room, and believe it or not, they know quite a bit about running. We confirmed there, us already suspecting, that Rebekah's feet pronate (collapse inward) slightly. But we also discovered, us not suspecting, that my right foot pronates slightly also. “Strange,” I mutter to myself. “I know,” was the response. “Who woulda suspected?”
New shoes from The Running Room have entered our lives and though a bit pricey they are the most comfortable, airy shoes to ever tear up a Twin City sidewalk with a Kyle Jaeger inside. . . . Well, could be true. The shoes complement our new fitness regime which has been low stress and entirely doable. That's all for my sales pitch. We'll tell you more if our calves explode or knee caps pop off or lungs capsize.
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