Back at it

This last week has been an improvement in my jogging than it had been in the previous weeks. I don’t know what happened. I just fell into a running funk. I tried getting out of it mostly by going out for a jog, but I could never jog for very long before I would slow down to a walk. This happened quite often in the last few weeks and I never had the feeling that I’d had a good run. I wasn’t sure what was causing it. Although, I’m sure my eating habits played a big part in my lack of energy.

I’m on my way back to feeling good about jogging again though. The past three days I’ve jogged about 4.5 miles each morning. Nothing impressive, but I’m feeling better about it, except for yesterday when I was running along and some idiot in a car passed by and honked! I seriously don’t understand what they get out of doing that. Don’t they realize that my heart’s already pounding out of my chest, and then this person thinks it’s funny to honk and scare me, not to mention that I’ve been jogging in the morning when the sun hasn’t even risen or begun to peak through. It’s really scary out, but I snap on my cajones and walk out the door because it’s the only time I’ll do it. That’s when I decided to run back to the school by my apartment and run around the running track, in my own little comfort zone where one brick wall blocks all the oncoming traffic. And then I felt safe and unbothered.

Years ago I’d jog in the evenings around my neighborhood and people honked and yelled at me all the time for no other reason than to agitate or scare me, I guess. They always managed to do it when I was in my “zone.” I finally got so fed up with it that I stopped running and never jogged that path again, feeling defeated and frustrated. For the past several months I’ve been jogging at a nearby running track, but lately the gate seems to be locked at random times and so I decided to try and run near my apartment. Monday was the first day I’d run around my neighborhood and yet on Tuesday someone scares me by honking, which in turn forces me back to the school. The school with the inaccurate running track. I’m considering running with a handful of rocks so I can throw at those idiots. This morning as I began my jog I had my eyes pealed on the ground searching for rocks but couldn’t find any. Pshaw… who has a hard time finding rocks? Yes, I am a 12 year old boy wanting to throw rocks at oncoming traffic. Ha. But seriously, it’s not fair. I can’t even block out the honking or yelling by wearing my headphones because I never use them when it’s so early. You never know who will sneak up on you when it’s that dark out.

Anyway, those people better hope I don’t fall over with a heart attack if they do that to me again. Or rather, I hope I don’t fall over with a heart attack. I’m trying again tomorrow though. Maybe. People are so rude. I’m positive they aren’t fellow runners. Jerks.