I have never been much of a runner. Sort of like writing. It’s something I have done out of necessity, but not for recreation or enjoyment. For the past few years, I have gone to the local YMCA 2 to 4 times a week and exercised including sometime on the treadmill. But have never really run for any distance more than a mile without dying, or having to run to the bathroom to take a healthy dump. (Running is the best thing for constipation!)
On Tuesday this week, I took a different approach. Instead of pounding the belt on the treadmill with all of my might hoping to get in a mile before I collapsed in a pile of sweat and racing stripes, I opted to run at a slower pace. So I ran. And ran. And before I knew it, I had completed 1.5 miles without being too strained. Then, 2 miles! WooHoo! I was pumped.
On Wednesday, I tried the same technique, and on this day I made it 1.3 miles and had to walk for a spell of about .1 miles. But, still completed my 2 mile run in under 19 minutes. (Okay, this pace may scream more JOG than RUN to some people, but I did it, and I’m calling it a run.
This morning, I decided to do something that I have been totally against ever since high school, 20 years ago. Running outside. Now, I have done this a couple of times over the past few years, mostly on vacation and only once a year at most. But as a rule outdoor running is not the thing for me at all. Especially considering that I don’t like the three or four people in the gym to watch me run on the treadmill. But then to be out there for an entire city full of people? No way.
Well, I ended up covering 3.3 miles this morning, and didn’t even realize it until after I had finished and retraced my route in a car for measurement. 3.3 miles, that’s a 5k race. Granted, there was a considerable amount of walking during the last mile, mostly because I’m only just getting up to 2 miles on the treadmill. However, I am pretty pleased with myself and looking forward to my next opportunity to go out and stretch my legs. (Or, into the cardio room at the gym!)
Who would have thought that an almost 40 year old guy could finally become someone that enjoys running? I am starting to believe it!
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