Jogging in the evening is okay, but I prefer the morning. Gets it out of the way.
However, I was kind of excited for tonight because I wouldn’t be pushing 20+ pounds of wriggling toddler. But I also was sort of lonely. I didn’t have anyone to point things out to, there wasn’t someone there to say “hi” to the neighbors for me or to giggle when I breathed loudly.
And, I was kind of annoyed when I first started out because a headache was developing. And the sun, which had not completely disappeared behind every roofline, kept blinding me like a little kid with a flashlight and a mean streak. Not helpful.
At least Gwen and Christina and Pink were able to keep me strong on my 50-minute workout in and out and in and out of the cul-de-sacs. Ugh. (I was too chicken to take the trail when the sun was going down, so I had to tough it out on the sidewalks throughout the neighborhood.)
I took my Zune with me, but I don’t have one of those fancy armbands to attach it to myself. I just had to hold it and it got all sweaty in the palm of my right hand. And, I didn’t have time to plan a play list, so I just listened to whatever was in the Pop genre. Besides the three talented ladies I just mentioned, there was a little bit of Cake, Phil Collins (I know; odd; I skipped him), and U2.
In my amateur opinion, Ms. Stefani has the best jogging music. It’s fast and loud and happy. Kind of like a certain someone I was missing tonight.