And now for part three! This freshly pressed How to Start Running comes to Runner’s Delight from Angie, my business partner at Vow Muse & Copy Muse, who is a well versed writer and a true Jane-of-all-trades. Most well known for Broccoli And Chocolate (a brilliant food-review blog), and garnering a following over at HeardAbout, Angie is also an engineer by trade, has impeccable taste in television shows, and has a sense of humor that is not to be missed. Without delay, here’s Angie’s take on running:
I am not a runner.
Let’s just get that out of the way. Alicia is generous to call me this, but I never have been and may never be a real runner. Which is ok. My relationship with running is a rocky one. This is mainly because I’ve historically hated running.
I’m 5’-8” tall and relatively thin with long-ish legs. “Wow, I bet you’re a great runner,” people would guess when I was young. Which only made the truth even more difficult for anyone, myself included, to comprehend.
I’m slow. Painfully, ridiculously, unbelievably slow. When I was a kid, I couldn’t believe that my legs would betray me and not allow me to propel around soccer fields and P.E. gyms like the other kids’ (read: Alicia’s) did. In college, a work-out group I was training with had to create a 4th tier of runners just for me. I was the only one in it; I could not keep up with the 3rd tier.
Needless to say, the treadmill hasn’t always been my first choice at the gym. Yet I try it again and again in an effort to pump up my heart rate and get a good work out. I am on a kick again. I have been treadmill-ing for a month or two now.
Why did I get back on the treadmill? I’m not really sure. Alicia is a true and inspirational runner, and that probably had something to do with it. And she has really nice legs – let’s be honest – and if a treadmill could give me that, I would be willing to face a certain amount of pain.
I value my health and I want to keep in shape. When I realize that my car is in a lot down the road that’s about to close, I want to be able to run to it without hacking for the next hour (this really happened and, to my dismay, made me realize how out of shape I was). I want to be able to run up the stairs to catch a BART train that’s about to leave without slowing to a stop halfway up (this happened too – same painful epiphany).
Unfortunately, working out is like studying. I want to get good grades, but I don’t want to study. So I negotiate with myself to study as little as possible in order to get the grade I want. At this point in my life, however, “studying” so little isn’t keeping me in shape like it used to.
Yes, I’m getting older. So are you, so you know what I mean. Like all of us, my body is stiffening, slowing… and expanding. More needs to be done to keep the physique and agility I have so enjoyed throughout my life so far. And that’s ok, I just need to step up to it.
Hence the millionth attempt at running. I am thankful to have people in my life who value fitness and health. Alicia, Mala, Carissa, Tami, Kristin, even my mom (go ujam!), are inspirations. Kane (boyfriend) falls a bit in my same boat of we’re-too-busy/I’m-feeling-too-lazy-today, but overall he values fitness as well. These people inspire me and remind me of the importance of exercise and fitness, and push me to keep trying.
So for now, I’m trying the running again. For me, the treadmill is the only way to go – running outside does not suit me for a variety of reasons. With some headphones, the history channel, and a reasonable goal in mind (one mile at 12 min/mile, two miles at 11 min/mile, etc.), I have been able to keep it up so far. One run per week. Easy does it. The jury is still out; we’ll see how it goes. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll call myself a runner.