As a newcomer to running (or any kind of exertion really) I
started out with the goal of running out of my front door
for 5 minutes, then running 5 minutes back. The first day it
almost killed me. The second day I paced myself better and
could still stand unsupported when I got home (just). By day
4 I was hardly breaking a sweat, so days 5 and 6 I upped the
pace some more, but kept the time to 10 minutes for now.
It's day 7 and I'm not running today. Tomorrow I'll go out 7
1/2 minutes, and 7 1/2 minutes back, and see how I do for
the rest of the week.
I'm concerned about some unusual geological activity in my
part of the world (Cheshire, England). I drive or walk out
from my house every day and I can tell you that the road
North is hilly, and the other way is flat. Of course I run
the flat way. I'm not stupid. But now when I'm running
there's a hill there that was never there before. I'm
thinking of alerting the British Geological Survey.
I'm feeling pretty proud of myself for keeping this up for a
week. It may not sound much, but it feels like an
achievement to me. I decided to invest in a pair of proper
running shoes, so I visited a specialist running shop to get
some advice. My self-esteem took a bit of a blow when the
owner made me run up and down the high street and then told
me my feet are a) wide, b) flat and c) I run with my toes
turned out like a duck. Then he charged my sixty-five pounds
for the privilege. Well, he gave me a pair of shoes as well.
I thought running would be hard, and I'd look forward to
rest days. But It's getting close to the time of day when
I've been going out running and I'm feeling increasingly
antsy. I'd like to get out. I want to try out these new
shoes. I want to see if I can run 15 minutes. I want to try
to run with my toes turned straight. I want to see if I can
get up that hill without slowing down.
--
Mel Rimmer