14/01/2024
Some people aren’t built for running (like me). Or have a good & valid reason they can’t run right now (like me and the last 3 people I spoke to - including a new mum, a dodgy pelvic floor, a pupil post abdominal surgery)
For some people running clearly is Their Thing. I get "runners envy”.Particularly in January when you see all the new resolutions folk out in trendy lycra effortlessly pacing the pavements, clearly enjoying listening to music, barely breaking a sweat, long legs pounding away – telling you how amazing they feel after a run.How it lifts their gloom and makes them feel energised.
But I don’t run. I plod. My legs are short, my lungs are clearly supposed to have been given to a budgie. I don’t get a runners “high” either. It’s more runners relief-that’s-over. Runners get stimulation of their cannaboid receptors.The same ones activated by smoking a bit of weed. Nope. Didn’t get that either. Dutifully tried it in my youth in Cape Town (out of UK, hoping confessing here doesn’t stump my chance at prime minister). Everyone else in the room clearly in some nice happy zone. Me. Nada. Not a thing. Just felt more and more….sensible. Wanted to give everyone a pep talk about their behaviour. Fell asleep in the back of the car & that was it. Terribly disappointing.
I tried C25K. Don't get me wrong - it's brilliant - lots of clinic clients have thrived using it.So well paced that you gain fitness & running legs, without injury, in no time at all. But not me. Made it to week 6 then got awfully bored. Tried podcasts, music etc. Laura would say “now you can walk” and (oops) I usually already was. These legs were clearly made for walking. The moment I stopped thinking about running my legs defaulted to their natural pace.
I used to worry about this lack of skill/motivation/concentration. My colleagues laughed that I never broke a sweat. But then we had a game of ultimate frisbee and I was just as fit as everyone else. My secret? Walking. The dog. To the shops. Whenever I can leave the car at home. For the pleasure.
And Good News, if we have a zombie apocalypse, I’m confident I'm going to be just fine with all that walking. You?? Write a caption...