So, I’ve decided to do a bit of running. Well, not quite, I’ve decided to become a runner.
Why? I’m nearly forty, I have a rubbish diet and I get so little exercise that I think I don’t even do enough to qualify as ‘unfit’. I’m more in the category of ‘unmoving’. Overweight, I spend all day in a chair in an office, and most of the evening in a chair at home. So, a little bit of improvement will be a good thing.
I’ve never considered myself to be a runner, not ever. In fact, I’ve considered myself to be an anti-runner, as far away from a runner as you can get and still have the capacity to run. At school, we used to have a once-a-term two mile run, and I looked forward to it with absolute horror. I used to wish I had asthma, as the asthmatic kids could get away with not running. But no such luck, I had to tramp around a playing field, inevitably coming in pretty much last, and spend the rest of the day feeling like I was about to die.
I tried running once about eight years ago, when I lived in the Scottish Borders – we lived in the middle of nowhere, and there was a country lane out the front of the house. Perfect, and for maybe a week I kept it up before something (can’t remember what) stopped me and that was it, never again.
Armed with some shoes, shorts and a clever app for my iPhone, I plan to try the 13 Week Beginning Runner’s programme – it sounds OK, though only time will tell.
Yesterday was run #1, walk for four and a half minutes, then run for thirty seconds. Repeat seven times and that’s it. I was surprised by a number of things:
- I didn’t die – that was a bit of a major shock
- I managed to complete the session
- I couldn’t hear my chatty iPhone app, so I had to hold onto it and watch the interval timer – a recipe for disaster in so many ways
- I didn’t feel like a hippo in the short running bits – that was good
- I came pretty close to enjoying it – yes, you read that right
- I want to do the second session of the week right now – but I figure give it a day, less chance of wrenching a leg off
I bought some swanky headphones – they sit in and over your ears, and across the back of your neck. The reviews say they’re impossible to shake off. I intend to prove them right. The packaging gleefully tells me the cable is sheathed in kevlar – no-one said I’d be getting shot at, but what the heck, if it comes to it I’ll be glad of the added protection.
The book that I have suggests keeping a diary of how it was for you when you’ve had a run. Fair enough, but I’ll lose a diary, so that’s part of the point of this blog – the agonising (or hopefully not) details. To whit…
- The sole of my left foot ached while I was running – nothing major, but it was a bit of a pain (oh Lord, hope you didn’t think I was making a joke there)
- Afterwards, my calves we on fire – put that one down to their general surprise at being put to use
- Later, that faded, but my thighs, especially the bits above my knees were a bit ouch, and are still a bit like that today. Not enough to be a worry, but again, I think they’re rebelling against the unfair usage
- My back doesn’t hurt. Now I would have put that down as number one likely ache, but it didn’t happen. Hurrah!
Look, ma, I’m running!
Indicators (using the GREEN, YELLOW, ORANGE, RED, BLACK terminology):
- Preparedness: GREEN
- Motivation: GREEN
- Ability: ORANGE
- Aches: YELLOW
- Fitness: BLACK