Little girl: *Points and stares*
Mum: Oh, she’s just trying to run.
Little girl: But she’s all red in the face! And she sounds like you and Dad do when you make me go to bed early!
Mum: *Awkward laugh*
Little girl: She’s not moving very far is she? Do you think we should help?
Mum: Let’s go over here and say hi to this puppy… (Nice save there, mum!)
OK, so I can’t be 100% sure that this was their exact conversation, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was pretty close. There was a little girl with who I am assuming was her mum on my run today, and they did look my way, talk, and then pat a puppy. There also wasn’t any actual pointing (but that could just be due to good parenting and teaching manners and stuff).
Or maybe (just maybe) they were simply chatting about something completely unrelated.
In either case, let me just state right now:
Running is tough!
This is not by any means a new discovery. I found out the hard way months ago when taking my (then) smoker’s lungs out for their first 5km jaunt (which was mostly walking with bursts of breathless staggering).
Up until attempting the 5km, I’d been doing around 3km on the treadmill a few times a week. That was also tough, and I guess I’d just been hoping that five(ish) months later, it would have become a little bit more enjoyable.
Just a bit (c’mon – give something!).
But I’m still yet to achieve that feeling. I’ve heard words ‘joy’, ‘elation’, ‘the zone’, and ‘the high’ used to describe it.
So I can only hope that it’s just around the corner. That instead of this:
I might feel this:
I really don’t mean to sound all ‘Woe is me’ (for that, I apologise).
It’s…just tough. Simple as that.
I know I’m not alone, and that many runners experience the same thing (I’ve
Googled researched it to reassure myself).
I also know that it will get better, easier, more enjoyable…but that it takes time (and effort, and consistency).
I guess I’m just getting it out there. Acknowledging that this ‘running business’ can be hard, but from what I’ve also experienced – very rewarding.
So with that off my chest (thanks for listening) it’s now time to focus on the positives (and let’s face it – harden up, stop being so impatient, and be thankful that I can run at all).
So here goes:
- I’m certainly faster, and can now run the whole way. (Big tick for that). I recently managed 6.5km, and next week the goal is 8km.
- I breathe easier, feel much fitter generally, and my legs aren’t as heavy or tired. (Another big tick)
- I love the feeling at the end of a run. It’s over! (The relief – oh, the sweet relief)
- I’ve re-discovered a love of sprinting. I may not enjoy running any great distances, but when sprints are on the cards it’s a good day.
- At times, especially after a group event or training, I’m energised and happy. With feelings of what could actually be the so-called ‘high’ creeping in.
Sidenote: During this last one I become super-talkative when I get home. The ‘I did this, my time was that, then this happened…’ kind of stuff.
‘J’, naturally, is thrilled-to-bits hearing all the detail.
So with only four weeks to go until the big day (10km!!), my plan for each run from here is to just focus on the end. To keep my head down, ignore the *points and stares*
going on in my head, and keep running until it’s time to stop.
To realise that I may not ever be one of those runners, but if it does happen
(please let it happen)…well that’s just a nice bonus.
(I sound awfully convincing, right?)
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