Cottage Cheese in a Blender

I've started running again or, in my case I definitely need to say jogging.  It is a very slow crawl that carries me the three and a half miles I've started with.  I take my IPhone with me for the music but it's also a comfort to know that, should I start to feel a tightening in my chest, I have 911 on speed dial.  I can also call someone if I can't make it all the way and need a ride, but so far neither of those scenarios have happened.  The mere act of jogging brings me back to college when I first started to jog through the mountains of Vermont.  I went to school on the border of Vermont and New York, so I used that to my advantage.  I'd tell people I ran from Vermont to New York hoping they'd be impressed but I think they took one look at me and knew there was some sort of loop hole there.  My jogs these days aren't nearly as long as my runs when I was a real runner, training for a marathon, but I feel good about them.  My neighborhood is quite hilly, so it certainly isn't an easy run.  As a matter of fact, yesterday I had a car trailing me as I dragged myself up one of the many hills I encounter on my course.  I stopped to let them go, but they insisted I keep running.  I'm not sure what their objective was, but I think they were concerned I was going to pass out.  They trailed me up the hill and once I cleared the crest, they were gone.  I'll tell you one thing, my pride kicked in and I really started to pick up the pace.  I went from a shuffle to a scoot in a heart beat.  That short burst of energy hurt me in the end though.  The end to my run requires completing three hills that bring me to my home.  The first hill is rather gradual and as it levels off, it leads to a steeper hill that leads to yet another, even steeper hill.  When I came upon these hills, by the last incline, I was physically ill and my feet were barely clearing the pavement.  It was a brutal finish that left me close to tears.  I was then greeted by my daughter who asked, "Where else did you go?", in disbelief that my run took me that long.  Today was a better day, the weather was warmer and I dressed more appropriately in a running skirt/shorts.  I was feeling great, hitting my stride and totally focused on my running and then I glanced down at my propelling thighs...ARGHHH the horror!!!  All the excess action my legs were displaying was a shock to my rhythm and I nearly fell into oncoming traffic.  I can only imagine what my backside looked like..(.can we say cottage cheese in a blender???)  It's amazing that my own ability to propel myself is so repulsive, but after I settled down and recovered from the shock, that visual became my motivation and I refused to let what I look like, stall my progress.  There's enough stall in my stride as it is, but I'm working on cleaning the engine.  If you see me, please don't stop, but an encouraging honk is very welcome!