My primary school was very small. In fact when I was in grade 6, the school had its maximum number of students ever. 42. My grade 6 had 7 kids in it (my sisters grade had 3, until the other 2 were kept down, then she was the only person in her grade!). We did not have a school uniform, most of the kids wore runners & I of course was the only one in "proper" school shoes. Not only was I teased about those, I was also teased about the way I ran. My right foot, instead of flicking up to my butt & back down again, did a lovely circle out to the right. I was called a spazz, spazzo, retard etc. I certainly did my best to avoid all running sports! By the time I reached High School my gait had improved somewhat, but I do remember being asked by one of the girls why I ran funny! Apart from a bit of tennis & a year of hockey, I consciously avoided running.
I finally wore holes through my last pair of orthotics in 1995. My podiatrist advised me that unless I took up running (& only if it hurt) I no longer needed to wear them. I have spent years trying to concentrate while walking, on placing my right foot straight & not on the angle like a duck & I guess this this in conjunction with years of the orthotics have rendered my anomoly less obvious!
Most of my exercise until 18 months ago, involved walking & yoga. Since then I've done some group fitness classes involving running (depends on the size of the aerobics room as to the velocity!). My friend K who I was training with last year, decided to take up running. This of course meant so did I. At first I really hated it. I Huffed & Puffed & moaned about how hard it was. It did get easier, like most things: as my fitness improved, I could run faster & for longer without feeling like my chest was going to explode. Sometimes K would make(?) me run on the road - that I really, really disliked (& still do). Apart from the surface impact, running on the footpath, next to a road that is a main arterial ( 3 or 4 lanes each way) was not appealing at all. I much rather the softer impact of the treadmill & the limited number of spectators!!! **K has taken up competitive sprint running after retiring me (or should I say me retiring me) as her training partner!
Since starting this blog & getting back into training, I have only walked, mainly due to lack of fitness. Last week though, I got the urge to give running a crack. Drum Roll Please................I've run for 20 minutes straight Sunday, Monday, Tuesday & Wednesday this week! I have been slowly increasing the speed each day. I used to run on level 10: I started on Sunday at 8.5, last night ran 10 mins at 9, 5 mins at 9.5 then 5 mins at 10. :-) Whooo Hooo
I am trying change my mind set in relation to exercising, as I have been finding it too easy to talk myself out of it, using work & any number excuses not to go out & do something. 20 minutes out of a whole day is not much to ask for & I'd be pretty lame if I talked myself out of 20 minutes! In reality it's more like 40 or 50, by the time I change, 5 minutes there, back, warm up & cool down - but if I focus on that 20 minutes of intense cardio per day, soon enough it will become a habit.
I must say though, I really am enjoying those 20 minutes, or put another way, those 5 songs! Rage Against the Machine "Killing in the name of" x 2, Jet "are you gonna be my girl" & Metallica "holier that thou". The Rage song involves a lot of the F word, but the other words challenge me not to give up & stop! It takes a lot of effort not to sing out loud & by the end of the run I am grinning from ear to ear! If only everyone else could hear what I was listening too!
20 minutes. 5 tunes. How can I deny myself that?
I did try it last night, then demanded the other half tell me to not dream it & just do it.
So I did it!