Inspiration struck this week when one of my favorite Southwest Florida runners, Maria Andrews, shared an anecdote from a runner she had coached. The runner said his mother had called Maria a jogger. Now, while Maria is a master of running at a sane pace, she is hardly a jogger. In fact, Maria is an adventuresome ultra-marathoner with a work ethic and knowledge of running that puts me to shame.
Then Jami Maxwell, one of Maria's training partners and race companions went into jogger mode in a post of encouragement to Dana Pucin, a great gal who kept me company on a bicycle as I raced across the Lake Okeechobee dike last spring. All of this Facebook fun started my simple mind churning, inspiring me to coin a new term which I now will fully claim, extreme jogging. Don't we need a new sport?
I have to admit my own faults when it comes to the fine line between running and jogging. There was a time in my life when I considered any distance run at a pace of more than 8 minutes a mile, jogging. A lot of running snobs would tell you that anything over 7 minute pace qualifies as jogging, but I digress.
So I've decided to officially retire as a runner and become an extreme jogger. I'm not quite ready for the 20 mile training runs, but that's the goal. Extreme jogging should help me shed another 15 pounds or so and help keep me competitive in my age group at the local road racers. Steve Riley do you hear me? Extreme jogging is now the name of the game!