The geek has emerged from his dank, sunless lair, in an attempt to discover what this "body" of his can do. It's a frightening endeavor, but it will probably keep him alive a lot longer than, say, forming a cybernetic link between the internet and his gall bladder.
So, yesterday, K. and I began the 13-week program found in The Beginning Runner's Handbook by Ian MacNeill. It's amazing what a decade of no excercise will do to a body; I needed help just learning how to stretch and feel the different muscles in my legs, back, and shoulders. It's like being a kid again (a pimply, fat, twelve-year-old kid), but it's such a long overdue development that I'm getting past the embarrassment stage pretty quickly.
Fortunately, the program starts out easy. Deceptively easy: thirty seconds of jogging followed by four and a half minutes of walking. Repeat seven times. As we move on (three days a week), the ratio increases in favor of jogging. By the end (supposedly) I'll be able to jog for 45 minutes uninterrupted. Wish this pasty boy luck!