Let the Jogging Begin....

I found a post-communist running track yesterday. The discus cage is rusting, the long jump track is choked with weeds, and the concrete stairs are crumbling away. But there were some kids playing futbol and a guy practicing juggling (martini mixing glasses and bottles of liquor - he was trying to be Tom Cruise in that bar movie....) so it wasn't totally creepy. And the track would have an extraordinary view of the castle if there weren't so many trees in the way.

My excuse for not jogging here was that Europeans don't jog through cities. But now I have a track 10 minutes (uphill) away, so no excuses.

I learned some lessons yesterday:

1.) Hauling kids around town and on and off trams does not equal a real workout.
2.) Eating a klobasa (sausage) from the stand on Vasklavski Namisti is not a good pre-work-out meal.
3.) I have a LONG way to go to get in shape for the 2009 Flying Pig.

There are 3 beer gardens on the way down the hill between the track and my flat. Wonder how good a post-jog pivo would taste?