So, I’ve started jawlking. That’s right. I neither jog, nor walk exclusively, I jawlk. Basically, I start jogging, and then I stop at some lights and decide to just walk the next block. Or sometimes my iPod starts a crappy song, and so I slow to a walk, fix the problem, and then jog again.
I don’t know if I have just coined a new word for a new breed of exercisers or anything, but you know, maybe I have. Get on it.
Today was my second adventure home, jawlking. Last time – my first time at attempting the mammoth 8km back to my home from work – I walked 75%, jogged 25%, but tonight it was the opposite.
It wasn’t long into my jawlk that I realised that the thermal top, albeit short-sleeved, was not a good idea. Nor, was the lack of a sports bra. (Whilst possibly amusing/enjoyable for watchers on, for me it was a negative that could have been avoided.)
I was feeling great, and only slightly affected by a few odd stares or ogles by people on scooters/in cars/walking/smoking at tram stops. See – I have a bag. It’s not heavy, but it’s fairly bulky, and I tighten it up high on my back and hold each strap with my hands as I run. So, I look either seriously unco, or really, very hardcore.
But I’m not hardcore. (Maybe I should get some sort of gadget, like a pedometer watch/heart rate monitor.)
Last time I jawlked home, I took the footpath on the side of St Georges Road, avoiding the bike track that runs up the main road. It’s made for people who exercise and it can be busy.
Tonight, I headed straight for the Exercise Highway, the Expressway of Motivation – straight for the St Georges Road bike way.
I crossed the road, and let about 5 bikes and two runners go in front (they didn’t have bags – oh, and I’m slow), and some nice smiles hit me suddenly.
The whole jawlk home I had felt a bit self conscious, a bit out of whack, but here, here I was A PART OF A COMMUNITY! Everyone was doing something a little bit awesome! Sure there are some tools, but the people I saw today were nice. Some of them dinged their bells when they passed (I was meandering a bit too much on my side), some said “Thank you!”, and then there was that guy on the unicycle.
Seriously, there is a guy who rides a unicycle.
But here we are, some sort of crazy, liquid, ever flowing, always transient little group of like minded people, mostly travelling in the one direction. There are the seriously lycra-d up people speeding past all of us, the odd people like the guy on the unicycle, the easy-going hipster girls on their high-handled bikes with the flowers woven into their baskets, and then just the average Joes and Josies, travelling home from work by bike or foot to escape the traffic, the transport and the hoards of people.
I know what you’re thinking – two days of trekking home and suddenly she’s a usual, and part of a community? Fair play, it’s been two days, and I’m sore as hell, but I’m excited about the jawlking – and hey, I think it’ll catch on.