As you know, I did nothing yesterday in the way of exercise, and today I think I was punished for it.

If you remember my first posting about the new regime, you'll know that Tuesdays and Thursdays are jogging days. Today we kept to the same route, shown below.

Basically, the route is through Parkallen, over into Belgravia, through Lendrum, and back into Parkallen and Allendale, our home neighbourhood. We go this route so that we can let Cayce off her leash for awhile in Belgravia (it's a certified off-leash area).

The first time (Day 1) wasn't too bad. I walked half the time, jogged half the time, doing about 5 minute intervals of each. Today, although we jogged more than half the time, I felt like absolute hell. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that Cayce is still not feeling well, so has been waking us up in the middle of the night to be let outside (we're not putting her in her kennel at night, so that she can wake us up in time to make it outside) and we're not getting as much sleep as we should.

It also has a lot to do with the fact that I'm just now starting to feel the effects Day 1 of exercise in the form of stiff, sore legs. Kirsten, of course, doesn't care - she's going to get me healthy again if it's the last thing I do (which is, of course, the whole reason why I asked her to help me). It reminds me of an old episode of Three's Company, where Jack Tripper dates an aerobics instructor, and finds out that the only cure for soreness from exercise is, well, more exercise.

I don't think I did too poorly, despite the general soreness and lack of sleep. We managed to shave 5 minutes off Day 1's jog, and got back to the house by 7:40. (which makes it about an hour and ten minutes of jogging). Of course, to balance this success, I have discovered today that I can no longer climb stairs.

But man... wouldya take a look at these legs!