Don't know what wogging is? Well, it's not quite walking, and it's not quite jogging. It's that shuffle in between the two that appears to be my new pace, at least for the next couple weeks. That's right, I'm now into wogging.
How did I learn about this new pace? Let's just say the new year brings new revelations.

Like many other Annapolitans, I lined up on City Dock at 9am yesterday to ring in the New Year with my running friends. The annual resolution run is generally a four-mile course that winds through the parts of Annapolis that remind you why it's awesome to live here...up Main Street through historic shops, across College Avenue past state buildings and St. John College, out King George Street over ancient brick sidewalks in the shadows of the Naval Academy, across the Naval Academy bridge with views sweeping out to the Chesapeake Bay, then back.

True to form, all my diehards were out there and ready to just have fun, including my pal in all things running and most things life, Brie.
After the New Year's pep talk and course reminder, we were off. Umm, remember that reminder to run on the sidewalks since the streets weren't closed? Yeah, basically ignored up to Church Circle like usual.
The first quarter mile felt normal. Pretty normal pace, normal movement. Then the wog started. As the weight of my ever-expanded middle began to pull, my pace slowed. I couldn't quite bring myself to walk, but nor could I maintain my jog. So wogging it is.
Though I was quickly passed by just about every runner out there, I enjoyed hitting the bridge where I got to see and chat with everyone on their way back to City Dock. Rather than only chatting with my normal run crew, I got to greet people I've never met, say hello to old acquaintances, and high five the cheerleaders.
It's important to jump up and hit the balloon at the turn around point. I don't know why, it just is. Unable to garner the energy to jump the necessary two feet into the air, however, I pulled the balloon down to do my part to maintain the tradition. Then I headed back to see who was still hanging out at Starbucks when the slow lady returned to City Dock (the slow lady being me....not a distinction I'm all that comfortable with or used to).
The first run of the year wasn't fast, it wasn't pretty, but by george it's in the books. I'd like to think I'm a bad ass mother runner just for getting out there. I refuse to give up on my fitness and my passion for running, regardless of the circumstances (unless of course my health is really at stake). So for now, here's to wogging if that's what it takes! Happy trails!
Stats:
Miles - 4.53
Time - let's just say I'm going to wait on this stat until I'm back to actual training because it's not pretty
Location - downtown Annapolis
Feeling - heavy around the middle