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Apr. 18th, 2011 02:03 pmHubbyfink has started accompanying me on my walk/jogs and I have to say that it's a lot more fun to have him by my side than be off on my own with the ipod. I mean, the long walks by myself are pretty grand for centering and grounding myself. But now I'm trying to get ready for the Herndon Festival 5k (actually, we both are) and I'd really like to run it rather than walk it. It's a pride thing.
Hubbyfink is helping me learn to run by setting good paces and pushing my comfort zone. I realize that I can jog/run longer with him by my side than I will go by myself. I may be breathing heavy, but I'm not in discomfort anywhere. And so I continue until I really can't run anymore and my pride is too tired to care one way or the other.
On the flip side, Hubbyfink has a tendency to overdo his exercise and push himself too far which results in injury that sidelines him for a few days to a week. My pace and occasional breaks keep him from heading off into injury-land. Our compatible neuroses and obsessions have one again neatly dovetailed so that we can make each other stronger.
Also, running/jogging/walking with Hubbyfink feels a lot more like "play" and less like "exercise". We tease each other with "race you to the next bridge!" and "race you to the next block!" throughout and rib each other on how we walk/jog: I think he walks the trail like a cowboy who's been riding the range for months and he likes jogging a bit behind me so he can watch my hips swing or booty bounce. And then of course there's the full-out sprint from the opening of our street to the house (uphill both ways). He's still letting me win, but I'm starting to give him a good race.
Hubbyfink is helping me learn to run by setting good paces and pushing my comfort zone. I realize that I can jog/run longer with him by my side than I will go by myself. I may be breathing heavy, but I'm not in discomfort anywhere. And so I continue until I really can't run anymore and my pride is too tired to care one way or the other.
On the flip side, Hubbyfink has a tendency to overdo his exercise and push himself too far which results in injury that sidelines him for a few days to a week. My pace and occasional breaks keep him from heading off into injury-land. Our compatible neuroses and obsessions have one again neatly dovetailed so that we can make each other stronger.
Also, running/jogging/walking with Hubbyfink feels a lot more like "play" and less like "exercise". We tease each other with "race you to the next bridge!" and "race you to the next block!" throughout and rib each other on how we walk/jog: I think he walks the trail like a cowboy who's been riding the range for months and he likes jogging a bit behind me so he can watch my hips swing or booty bounce. And then of course there's the full-out sprint from the opening of our street to the house (uphill both ways). He's still letting me win, but I'm starting to give him a good race.
