I went jogging.
This probably doesn't sound like much of a big deal. Really, it isn't much of a big deal to most people. It's just that I don't like jogging and I probably haven't done it for about 20 years. I figured out a long time ago that when I get this sweaty I prefer it to be, well, in bed (we'll just leave it right there, shall we?) or in the hermetically-sealed, air conditioned comfort of a gym doing movements that have no practical application to any other aspect of life. I love hiking and walking and doing other things like that outdoors - I've just never enjoyed jogging. I think part of it is that part where you can hear yourself breathing - that freaks me out a little bit, makes me think of emphysema or something, and part of it is gym class flashbacks (my high school gym classes were brutal...or so I thought at the time).
I don't know how far I went since I was going for time, not distance (I had just 30 minutes). Coming home and seeing that I probably burned as many calories doing that as I could have on the elliptical machine in the same amount of time, which feels far easier to do, was a touch of a let down. But really, only a touch. The point was to get a little exercise since I woke up feeling like I really needed some, but didn't have time to go to the gym. I'll also admit there were bits of it I didn't mind too much. Like how this amazing mist is rising out of the wetlands and drifting in rivulets across the landscape. And how the river looked so calm. And the families of birds were so chatty. And how the other clutches of people out there jogging, cycling, and speed-walking gave me some motivation to keep it up and finish what I started.
So. I did it and it feels like I accomplished something. Yay me.
Now it's on to the shower and the rest of my day.