Well, gave the logging trail a proper try this morning. Got a bit of jogging in, and managed to stay on my feet, at least.
I don't think the trail will work out, though. The footing gets pretty treacherous - multiple large areas that seem to be made up entirely of jutting rocks that desperately want to trip you. Also felt a little awkward when I hit the end, which as it turns out is somebody's home. Don't mind me, folks, just passing through. ^^;
According to Google Maps, there's a fork before the dead end that I hit that's supposed to wend its way around to the edge of another part of town. Unfortunately that path is barricaded, muddy, and entirely overgrown.
Well, so much for that. If it weren't for the rocky, uncertain footing, I'd jog to the dead end and back. But the potential for tripping is high, and falling on rocks hurts. And I am not really a big fan of pain, so...
Maybe I'll give Plan A (the whole 'overcoming the fear of being seen running' thing) another go.
But I must say, that whole "no one is paying attention/judging you" spiel I see all over this site is complete BS. People DO notice. After my jog as I walked home, I passed an older man. I said "Good Morning." I was still a bit sweaty and probably flushed - and boy, did he make his disdain obvious when he looked me up and down as we passed by one another.
Rude, certainly. Unusual, though? Probably not. Every time a car passes me as I'm jogging, I can easily imagine the driver smirking as they catch a brief glance of me, thinking, "Look at the fatty, thinking it can get in shape."
And, you know, you really can't just stop caring about what people think. We evolved to be social animals - caring about the opinions of others is literally in our genes.
Ah, somehow I'm going to have to convince myself that the opinions of these nameless, faceless passer-bys is irrelevant.
Maybe I'll give the 'public' jog another shot tomorrow morning. I've been doing just the brisk walk on Monday (as a 'rest' day), but I probably need some extra jogging time more than I need an easier walk, anyway. And maybe I'll abstain from coffee tonight at work, as well. I've been drinking three mugs a night lately, and it generally leaves me a little jittery come the morning - which might possibly contribute to increased levels of my 'running anxiety.'
tl;dr: Whine, sulk, grump, grump.
The inherent problem with blogs, for me - I never am interested in writing when I'm perfectly happy, or feeling thoughtful and introspective. Only the desire to whine brings out my inner blogger.
Well, no reason to end on a negative note. Here's a kitty hugging a bunny: