Running for me has always been an exercise in pain and frustration. It hurts to run, hurts my feet, hurts my knees, my back, my lungs, pretty much everything! Now as I noted in my last post, I’m not small, not by any stretch of the imagination. So that doesn’t help me any.
For the most part I haven’t done much running in training, a few minutes for a warm up, but that’s about it, until last week. I get my workouts on Sunday; I generally look things over so I have some idea of what time I need to be at the gym each day. I won’t lie, my heart stopped when I saw a two mile run set for last Thursday. I wasn’t sure it was ever going to start again when I then saw a 3 mile run on Saturday! Has she forgotten who I am? I can’t run a mile, much less 2 or 3! But…but…my heal…and my knees …and <insert excuse here>
Well, as I mentioned before, running is a part of this mess, so I guess I better suck it up. Each day I would go through my workout and watch the “run” creep closer. I actually did a relatively good job at keeping the negative thoughts at bay. Thursday finally arrived and I went into it with the attitude that I would take it nice and easy, this wasn’t about time, it was about distance, if I had to walk, so what. And I did, a lot! My legs started to hurt about a quarter of a mile in, my shins and calves were using language not fit for children! But I just kept moving. And I managed to survive it, it was slow as hell! Most people with walkers can go faster than me, but who cares?
Saturday came and so did the 3 mile run. I ran a little more and walked a little less and took 30 seconds off my per mile time. My legs didn’t protest as much either. Yes, I’m still slow, but again, who cares? The next run was Tuesday and it was faster yet. While I’m happy the times are coming down, I’m excited about the fact I’m not dreading it when I see a run on the schedule, in fact I have another shorter run later this week, we’ll see how it goes.
Next in the list is yoga!
KBW started mixing in some yoga for MK and I at the first of the year. I have done yoga before and my overall opinion of it not exactly positive. First of all, yoga is all about going slow, breathing properly, being graceful and flexible. I’m 5’10”, 260, arthritic and as flexible as a 4x4. As for breathing, I can’t begin to breathe in most of the poses.
Go on YouTube and look up yoga workout, now, tell me how many people my size you see doing yoga well! 99.9% of the videos are of people who weight about 90 pounds and the average age in about 20. And look at what they’re wearing! Trust me, no one wants to see this mess in yoga pants…including me!!!
Unlike the running, there is not yoga in triathlon (thank Christ in Heaven!), however there is plenty of information out there that suggests to is beneficial and will help with the sports that are. (I’m not sure I believe this) So several times a week I frustrate myself to the point of tears trying to contort my uncooperative body in to poses I can’t pronounce. I mean seriously, who the hell came up with these names, several of which sound border line X rated!
I blatantly refuse to do yoga at the gym, its one thing to look like an overweight new born giraffe in the privacy of my own home, but the public humiliation is more than I can handle. MK holds a similar view and we both tend to whine to each other and occasionally to KBW. I even asked KBW if I could stop doing it…yea, it’s still showing up on my schedule.
At the end of the day I trust my beloved trainer and will do what she tells me to. While my hatred of running seems to be lessening, my hatred of yoga is still going strong!