Why I wog. For revenge.

Wogging: This is what I call my form of ‘running’. It is a cross between a jog and a walk. To be honest my walk is probably faster than my jog. And my run, well my run is a sprint at the very end of the line to just look good for the onlookers.

I have never enjoyed running. Well, I like the way I feel after a run, but not enough to make it a habit.

Lately, lately I have been wogging out of revenge. There is a local annual race here. It is a 12K and it is a tradition for me to participate. I can do this in about 1:40. That is one hour and forty minutes. I have friends from work that do it too. It becomes a competition on who can do better. I have never been a competitive person, until now.

I have this one friend, well I should use that word with quotes., “friend” who uses those awful back handed compliments that are really put downs. You know the ones: “oh, that’s an interesting dress”, or “you dyed your hair red, that is an brave idea for you”. You know those kind of compliments. Well, this “friend” of mine has improved her time. I have not. She keeps reminding me about it. With statements like “I am proud of you anyway, no matter what time you finish” “you will be faster next time” and my favorite… “I have no one to run with this year because everyone has to start in the group behind me”. These are all motivation for me. Simply I want revenge. Healthy wogging revenge. So I have started wogging several times a week. Entered many 5K’s to have my speed recorded. I have a goal. A big goal. But mostly a goal for revenge. A goal to make her eat her “encouragements” and pity compliments that she posts on my Facebook page.

In my defense. I am short. 5’0 to be exact. Little legs have smaller strides. And asthma, I have asthma. Those two strikes against me make it hard to compete against someone with long legs, stride and healthy lungs. I will no longer let these be an excuse. Excuses are not as powerful as revenge. Revenge is a great motivator.

This is how I became the revenge wogger.

Come back for updates. A laugh. Maybe an encouragement. Or see how my revenge plot is going.

One comment

  1. morphable · July 12, 2015

    Peter Parker: Flint Marko. The man who killed Uncle Ben, he was killed last night.
    Aunt May: Oh, my. What happened?
    Peter Parker: Spider-Man killed him.
    Aunt May: Spider-Man? I don’t understand, Spider-Man doesn’t kill people. What happened?
    Peter Parker: I, uh… He… he was… I thought that – That you’d feel… He deserved it, didn’t he?
    Aunt May: I don’t think it’s for us to say whether a person deserves to live or die.
    Peter Parker: But, Aunt May, he killed Uncle Ben.
    Aunt May: Uncle Ben meant the world to us. But he wouldn’t want us living one second with revenge in our hearts. It’s like a poison. It can – It can take you over. Before you know it, turn us into something ugly.


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