Jog log blog

I've decided to keep a jogging journal (at the bottom of my blog, for those who are dying to read it). Some people, like Ben, keep running logs, but not me. Mine is a jog log. When we were dating, I once made the mistake of asking him if he was going for a "jog". He told me, "it's really offensive to runners to say they 'jog'". But I'm not too proud to say I jog. I am a jogger. A very slow jogger. My jogging pace is a brisk walk for Ben. But he humors me when he "runs" with me, saying that I'm doing well, and he's really getting a workout. Even though his heart rate doesn't climb above 75. And he's not sweating. And he can hold a conversation like he's sitting on a couch. By contrast, I am gasping for air, beet-red in the face, sweating like a stuck pig, and looking like I'm 100 yards away from a stroke. I don't enjoy jogging, but I've come to the conclusion that it (or some other form of exercise) is a necessary evil in my life. So, I'm going to blog about it...not to bore you all to death, but to hopefully motivate me to keep at it.