Light Jog Light Jog

Six weeks ago I convinced my friend Alyson to sign up for a ten week boot camp with me, held outside twice a week for an hour and a half. She signed up, mainly because I told her only the great things about it; gaining of guns (muscle), great way to get in shape, and the inches you loose. What I did not happen to tell her was how much it would rain, that she would get some sort of eye infection, that her ass would hurt, and she would hate me every Tuesday and Thursday for the next ten weeks. I knew better than to tell her this part, I wanted to sell her on the idea.

Well we are in our seventh week and although she hates me every other day she still is pushing through; we even signed up for the next ten week session. How did I get Alyson so sign up again or really even stick with it, because let’s face it boot camp SUCKS! Ok, I actually kind of enjoy it. I have yet to figure out what I enjoy the most; the being soaking wet as I am yelled at and mascara is running down my face, in that oh so attractive manner, the laying in mud (at least I hope it’s mud), or maybe it the feeling of accomplishment. I think the best part is mainly the running. In boot camp, as you would expect, you don’t just run a little, you run MILES. All this running would be fine if it was flat miles, but hills, dog runs, forests, and oily wet parking lots, are not flat miles. Did I mention boot camp SUCKS?!

Well, when Alyson and I are running, being the speed demon that I am (not really) I run much faster than Alyson. However, I don’t want her to give up, no one wants their friends to give up. So what I do is run next to Alyson and say, probably to her annoyance, “Light jog, Light jog.” At first this was a joke. However, it has now turned into our mantra for accomplishing things that are hard. When I had to run that final hill last Wednesday I had no strength left and I heard my voice in my head saying “light jog light jog”. Alyson told me she hears the same thing, even when I am not running next to her, “light jog light jog.”

SOO, what does this have to do with my not having a job, which I still don’t. EVERYTHING! Basically, what I found is that in order to find a job you must constantly “light jog, light jog.” Clearly I am not going to get anywhere in a sprint, I am not a sprint runner, never have been. However, I sometimes think I am a sprint runner in life. I get all excited and think I will succeed the first time and as fast as I can go and than realize it is not at all how I hoped and I get tired, frustrated and pass out, metaphorically of course. Based on this, I have found I must remember to keep my voice in my head telling me to always “light jog light jog” and I will get to where I am going, hills, rain, mud and all.

With that said, the question arises of whether it is bad to hear voices in your head? Doesn’t that mean you are schizophrenic? For that matter is it narcissistic to hear my own voice in my own head? I mean Alyson hearing me is one thing but me hearing me? I suppose my schizophrenia should be saved for an entirely different post (Or should it? I don't know. I think it should. Me too). Until next time……