A few days ago, I went for a wog in a beautiful historic neighborhood in Camden County, New Jersey. (Wogging is jogging with intervals of walking breaks.) There was a time in my life that I used to run like a gazelle. Once, a college professor of mine spotted me running on campus and later told me that I ran with such grace and speed it reminded him of a gazelle.
Those days are officially over.
Nowadays, if you see me exercising outdoors, chances are I am on a wog. And, I probably look like I am headed to the nearest bathroom facility.
Nevertheless, I make it a point to wog in locations that have beautiful scenery. That’s one of the perks to exercising outdoors, right? In this particular historic neighborhood, I couldn’t help but to slow it down to snap some photos along the way. I even passed a lemonade stand with two adorable blonde-haired boys.
I yelled from across the street, “If I make it back to my car alive, I will come back and buy some lemonade!”
Here are some photos of a historic neighborhood, taken during my wog.
This was a pleasant wog. I enjoyed the scenery and ended up going a further distance than I had anticipated. When I finally made it back to my car, I was very thirsty and very hot! I could barely untie my knotted shoelace to remove my car key to turn on the AC in my car…before I was about to pass out…
Ah! That felt good. Once I cooled off, I drove back to that adorable lemonade stand. My afternoon wog ended with a delicious and cold lemonade, served by two adorable little boys, in a mini dixie cup.
I only wish I had a porch swing to have taken a late afternoon nap. Oh, well. Perhaps someday at The House on High Street.