The Fretful Mother's Blog

My daughter has starting jogging with me at night. I try to stay consistent with walking and/or jogging every night, rain or shine, 90 degrees or 5 degrees. This isn’t always easy. I thought having a companion would give me some motivation, but it turns out it depresses me.
She runs circles around me. Literally. I am plodding along while she skips, runs ahead, jogs backward, etc. It makes me feel very old. And to add to that feeling is the pain in my left knee. I’m afraid it’s arthritis. I don’t want to go to the doctor for fear that she’ll tell me it’s arthritis. And then there’s no denying the fact that I’m old. The elderly have arthritis.
I’m kind of torn between jogging and not jogging. If I continue jogging, I will be in good shape and improve my heart health. On the other hand, I’ll probably have more and more pain from the arthritis. If I stop, I will get fat, but have good knees and be able to walk to the nursing home.
What to do. What to do. Maybe I should just move to one of those Ivy League school towns where everybody seems to row. Then I wouldn’t have to use my knees. Even better, I could move to Venice and maybe never have to walk again! You can never be too safe.

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