19 avril 2006
I discovered recently that running doesn't have to suck. All my life, I've wanted to be a runner, but couldn't get past the first mile. It made me feel like I wanted to die. But the other day, my cousin Howard (a veteran recreational runner) told me I was probably trying to run too fast and tiring out too soon. With legs like these, boys, my instinct is to use them to their fullest potential and run like a gazelle (I guess that would be more like leaping, but you know what I mean). It always seemed old-mannish to run slowly and not be keeping up with the other svelte yuppies sprinting on the path along the lake. Yet going fast, feeling like you want to hurl, then stopping after a short distance probably aren't as healthy as keeping up a good cardio-building jog consistently for longer distances and building up more speed each time.
This isn't rocket science, but somehow the concept never fully hit me until now.
Now I'm up to almost 4 miles of smooth jogging and it feels grrrrreat. I'm not going to tell you how much time it takes me, but I'll let you know when I get to marathon speed ;)
I guess like the song goes, "nice and easy does it every time."