Wogging

I don't run. I wog. Which - roughly translated - means I walk for a bit, then jog until my fatassma kicks in, then proceed to walk till I catch my breath, then jog till my breath becomes short and wheezey.

All I have to say is: In a matter of seven short weeks, I have gone from walking 1.5 miles in 28 minutes in the morning to wogging 1.5 miles in 23 minutes. And today was the first day that as I wogged along my preset loop around campus, I held my head high, and kept a stunning pace. In about two more weeks, I think I'll be confident enough to start the Couch to 5K running program. The excitement is overwhelming!

Also, in those seven short weeks, I've dropped 6 pounds, and lost two inches off my belly, and one inch off my hips and ass. :-D

Go me!