I did my run this morning. Now, when I say run, I mean I walked, did some running or jogging in that walk and then walked some more. Today my brain and legs wanted to run. My muscles may have objected, but essentially, they didn’t get in my road. It felt really good (once my back stopped objecting)!
I took fourteen seconds per kilometre off my personal best with a fastest split of 10 mins and 28 seconds for one kilometre. I know this may not seem like much to many people, but I am not a runner. I haven’t been a runner since I lost races in very early primary school. I would look at Robert De Castella, an Australian Marathon runner and Olympian, run past my childhood house doing training runs and think that he seemed very dedicated to running. I never particularly understood it. There were so many things I was good at; why put effort into something I wasn’t?
Here is what I never understood as a child. I actually love running—well, for the short periods when I can breath easily and my legs stretch out—running is pretty darned awesome. Today that happened twice. I also know that it is okay to run by yourself. In fact, I would rather run by myself than with others, because by myself, I can do what I need to do, focus on what I need to do, and I don’t have to worry about anyone other than me.
I can see myself running long distances in the Australian countryside. I can see myself with several acres, running around it to check fence lines. I can see myself trail running through national parks and state forests. I have just never been able to do it. This is frustrating because I can visualise it so clearly.
That is why it was so exhilarating to manage six runs today. Three runs were long, two were medium length, and the other was short (that used to be my maximum distance!). I can already see my visions coming closer. Okay, I may have to replace the Australian countryside with Louisiana parklands, but I am good with that!
I am attributing my longer running sections to remembering to concentrate on my breathing. Admittedly, I didn’t remember until I was about to quit. Still, then I remembered that breathing correctly will get you the extra distance. It works (evidenced by only one short run today)!
Of course, this improvement is easy when I am far from perfect, and there is still the issue of hills—Louisiana doesn’t seem to have any. Thus I may have to spend a day a week at the gym. There, I can use a treadmill and run on an incline. I shall wait until the weather gets awful again. It is just so darned blue and cool at the moment.