I will never forget my introduction to jogging.
It was the summer of 2007 and I was spending the summer with my family in Huntsville, Ala. before starting college.
My uncle Kenny, a seasoned marathon runner, invited me to run with him at a horse trail a few miles from the house.
At the time, I was 18 and he was 46.
“Louis, we’re going to run three miles there and three miles back,” he said. “Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes sir,” I said confidently. “I hope you can keep up.”
Being a competitive person, in my mind, I viewed this as a subtle challenge.
All stretched up with my iPod in hand, I began running.
I was off to an excellent start, leaving my uncle in my dust.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t aware how long three miles was at the time.
I barely made it to the three-mile mark and gave in altogether after running an additional half mile the opposite way.
As I stopped, I noticed my uncle running past me with a slight smirk on his face, which caused me to feel a sense of defeat.
He then stopped and assured me that would get the hang of it.
I knew then and there that I would learn the art of jogging—and I did.
Over time, I learned that it’s a technique to the exercise. One has to maintain a constant pace and breathe correctly to perform their best.
The next time I ran with my uncle, I finished without stopping once.
I felt amazing!
Now, 21, I jog at least three miles, five days out of the week.
It provides me with a natural sense of euphoria. I’m more relaxed and alert subsequent to completing my jogs.
Ultimately, jogging is more than a hobby for me, its a part of my life. Without it, I don’t know what I would turn to, to relieve the stress and frustration built up inside me. I’m definitely grateful that my uncle introduced it to me and more so, I’m glad that I learned its art.
I definitely encourage anyone to try it out.