trvlerbill2's Journal

                                              Wow - Friday 8.8.08 has arrived and so many have joined the "888 Group"! I'm happy for all of you and here to support your effort to get free from the slavery of nic addiction. You need anything, encouragement, a laugh, whatever - give me a shout!

                                              Another lil story and it go sumpin like dis:  I've been having the urge to start jogging for about a week now. Been feeling the need to "blow out the pipes" so to speak. Mind you, I don't hack or gag, just have the feeling that the exercise will be good for me and a natural progression of things in this quit processes.

                                              I've got shorts and t-shirts in the dresser here at the house, but thought for this "occasion" that I'd go buy some NEW jogging clothes. So, the other day I run into town and make the purchases.

                                                Picked out some nice navy drawstring shorts and a crisp white t-shirt. And some new white/navy running shoes. Where are the headbands? You know, the ones that look like there made from a terry cloth bath towel? O Well, I figure the wife will have a headband of sorts  that I can wear. (wrong!)

                                                So yesterday I should be gettin a nap before working my 14 hour overnght shift, but no. I decided that I'd go for a relaxing, invigorating jog around the island here.

                                                O MY GOSH!.....Hey, I'm in decent shape - it hasn't been THAT long ago that I ran 2 miles every day. And I've got a weight bench downstairs that although has dust on it now, used to get a fair workout every day in the not TOO distant past. But DAMNIT, I had no fun yesterday.

                                                 Almost immediatly  I knew I was in trouble. It was 95* and with the humidity, just stepping outside was like hitting a brick wall.

                                                   I didn't get far before those damn shorts started riding up in all the wrong places. What a bitch that was just to be gettin my stride on, then every 10 sec having to pinch and pull those damn shorts out of places they ought not be.

                                                   And the shoes -  Oh, for christ sake - talk about friggin pinchin. My dogs were barking from the get go and didn't stop for the entire 2 miles. 

                                              Oh, to hell with blowing the lungs out for now.  I was miserable I'm tellin you. But I did LOOK pretty damn good tho - my new jogging costume and all ((GRIN)).