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Last night was the first time I jogged in almost a year.


After a one-year hiatus from jogging, you'd think I'd take it easy and go a short distance right? Naw, not me. Being the champion sportsman I am, I went for 2.6km straight away.


Within the first 300 meters I was already huffing and puffing like nobody's business.


Around the 500 meter mark my legs began to wobble like jelly.


By the time I reached the first kilometre I was ready to stop and go back home to have a lie down.


By the time I reached the second kilometre I lagged so far behind that my housemates were nowhere to be seen.


And by the time I reached the target of 2.6km my legs didn't feel like part of my body any more.


Maybe I should have started with a less optimistic target?