For the first time in months, I was able to continuously jog 3.5 miles. My knees were not too achy, and they loosened up nicely once I warmed up. Then it felt so good to jog, I simply kept going.
My time on the run today was much slower than my average times last year. It took me 43 minutes to go 3.5 miles. Yikes.
Before I left the states, I’d worked up to roughly 9:15-minute miles (I started to take runs seriously around this time last year). By July, I was jogging 20 to 25 miles on average, depending on the week.
I stopped jogging in August when I moved to Mexico. It was just too hot, and I’m a morning runner once the sun is up. My body clock likes 7:00 a.m. In Tulum, I replaced running with bike riding and beach walking and swimming. (I only ran one benefit 5K in Tulum.) When I stopped jogging, I had every intention of starting again in December, once the heat broke.
Instead, in late November, I was infected with a mosquito-borne virus. A doctor in Tulum declared it was Chikungunya, but two lab tests came back negative. In late November and early December of 2015, the lab I used in Tulum didn’t offer any testing for Zika yet – I asked. (It was the biggest lab in town – part of a Mexican chain.)
I often wonder if I really had/have Chikungunya. I didn’t seem have symptoms as bad as some people get them. Then again, if what I got was Zika, my symptoms seem to be more intense and recurring than what’s often reported.
Whatever it was, kept me down for nearly a mont.
I started jogging again this January, and it’s only been less than three weeks. I realized today as I knelt to pray after my exercise, the clock time doesn’t matter in the least. That I can jog at all is a miracle. For most of my adult life, I didn’t take proper care of my body.
Today, all I can do is keep healthy, keep at it with a positive attitude, and keep giving thanks to God for this life, each and every day.