I’m grateful I was brave enough to push my body to its limits via /r/gratitude

A few weeks ago, I decided to try jogging. Nothing crazy—just a little experiment. I already walk most mornings, and I thought it might be cool to see what a light jog felt like.

So I kept it simple: 30 seconds walking, 30 seconds jogging, repeated for 30 sets. Then I’d walk the rest of the way home.

When I made this decision, my mind started pulling me back. I’ve never jogged before. I’ve only been exercising consistently for a few years. Most of my life was spent sedentary—because I was obese, and moving my body always led to pain.

So yeah, I was hesitant.

But I reminded myself: jogging isn’t the same as running. I can go as slow as I want. So I did. You’d probably call it a fast walk, honestly—but I’m calling it a jog. 😄

That first day? I felt amazing. My legs were sore in that good way. Halfway through, my muscles warmed up, adrenaline kicked in, and for the first time, I understood why people do this. It’s fun to push yourself—just to see what you’re capable of. I’ve never wanted to do that before now.

At 45 years old, I’m just now figuring this out.

Cut to a few days ago: after my walk/jog, my right knee was hurting. Nothing major. I stretched, did my mobility drills, and kept going.

But yesterday, my body said “Nope.” So today, I’m listening.

I’m honoring what my body is telling me. No jogging for a while.

It’s no fun to be in pain again—but I’m so grateful I pushed myself. I never imagined I’d want to test my limits. And instead of freezing up from the pain, I’m curious about it.

Not afraid of pain? Me?? What??

I’m grateful that my body speaks to me and that I’ve finally learned to shut up and listen.