About 2 weeks back, Hubby convinced me to come for a run with him. The man runs a distance of 6-8 kms. Every day. (Phew, it tires me out just writing about it). Sometimes on Marine Drive after office. Sometimes at Jogger’s Park. He’s soooo fit. I always thought running to be boring. But he convinced me to try it out once.
The first day I walked a good 4 kms. Running did happen. Only for about 1 km and, that too, intermittently. The first couple of days were tough. Creaking joints, protesting muscles and of course the mental image of self resembling a sack of potatoes hurtling down the track were deterrents. But he was good. Cajoled, coaxed and even altered his stride and speed to match mine. And now I’m hooked. Also, results are amazingly drastic. I’ve dropped half a waist size in two weeks and clothes are beginning to loosen further. I could partly attribute the drastic loss to a change in routine from the gym. I’m using a different set of muscles etc, etc. The point is, the weight loss seems like an added bonus. The exhilaration of running is a far more over powering emotion. Try it.