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Motherfucking jogging and death by jump rope

Day # 132 (10/05/2008) Practically a dead duck

After months of staying away from that blasted oval, Jill and I went to the sports complex to jog.

I wasn’t exactly prepared. I had to borrow socks. And when Jill saw me wearing my Pink Panther pajama shorts with my sweatband, she said, “Seriously? You’re wearing that?”

And that’s how I ended up wearing my new gray Cotton On leggings instead. I am pretty sure those leggings anticipated a lot of fun times with me – maybe drunken nights out with my pink Doc Martens, a trip or two abroad – but what did they get? An hour of witnessing just how out of shape I really am.
Not fun at all.

I did half-hearted stretches (I loathe stretching) before beginning to walk around the oval. I walked twice around the oval before beginning to jog. Strangely, the song that propelled me forward and made me start running wasn’t by Lady Gaga or No Doubt. It was Be My Baby. Yes, the 1963 hit by the Ronettes. I am such a grandma.

And today’s attempt at jogging proved just how big a grandma I am. I couldn’t even make it around the oval. I was breathless. So I started walking again. Then I started jogging again. And soon, I was breathless again. So I switched to walking. Then I stopped.

I said, screw jogging, screw walking, I’m going to jump rope. But the jump rope I bought was crappy – when I took it out of the box, it refused to completely unfurl. It looked almost like an ancient telephone cord. I still tried anyway but couldn’t manage to go beyond thirty consecutive jumps because the darn rope kept getting caught on my shoe. I tried about five to six more times but stopped. I need to buy a new jump rope.

It was good that I stopped because at that point, my chest was pounding so hard I thought I was going to die.

Jill looked like she had a great workout, she was all sweaty and red-faced while I was having a near death experience.

We walked back to the car. My chest was still pounding, my knees were jelly and I felt like collapsing.

But I did not collapse. And I did not die.

So I celebrated this new lease on life by eating mangoes. A lot of mangoes.

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7 thoughts on “Motherfucking jogging and death by jump rope

  1. Go Pam! Doing a little bit of jogging or exercise can be a good complement to your no carb diet.

    The first time I went jogging round the UP oval, I felt like my lungs were gonna explode. But when I tried jogging again (weeks later… hehe), it was easier the second time.

    How about trying again?😉

    • pajammy on said:

      I definitely will do it again. I found my jogging groove na months and months ago, it was exhilarating, and I didn’t feel like dying as I made my way out of that place.. I need to find that groove again.🙂

  2. iryn on said:

    Hey Pam!

    I am kinda like in your situation, I wanted to burn those excess baggage in my body. I can’t jog kasi hingal kabayo ako after. If you want lang, try yoga. That’s what I’m trying these days. We have a personal trainer and she’s my friend too. You can check her profile in FB Sierra Licop. We have class every Tuesday @6pm in Makati. With proper breathing while doing the poses we sweat a lot as if we had run a mile.

    Just a suggestion =)

    – iryn

    • pajammy on said:

      Hi Iryn! Is that bikram yoga? I’ve heard a lot of great things about it, a lot of friends have shed pounds doing it.. I’ll check it out..

      But I also want to jump rope more regularly, I’ve read that it’s a great aerobic workout too.. And it’s fun🙂

  3. iryn on said:

    Its more like Ashtanga Vinyasa Yoga, those who are in her class are mostly beginners that’s why she’s just giving us poses that we could do without breaking a bone. I don’t know nga pala if Ate Sierra’s profile are lock to friends, I can try to copy some of the pics of the poses that she asks us to do =)

    Anyways, whatever mode of exercises that we are doing right now, I hope we could achieve our goal this year hoorah!

  4. why is it so much easier to gain than to lose weight? right now i’m pretending to diet (and i say pretend cause i just consumed two waffle dogs for “breakfast”) to lose some weight before my mom arrives and she sees me. i don’t think its working😦

    • pajammy on said:

      aww rosa, eating all the good stuff is easy, avoiding them is hell!

      my friends and i are all trying to lose weight but it’s been a struggle..

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