Stride
I’m not a runner.
But I try to get outside and pretend to be one every now and again.
If you’ve had the misfortune of seeing me out there, you know I don’t exactly look like a runner.
(More like a sweaty-toothed madman.)
But today I actually had a moment. While I was running. Not my standard why-am-I-doing-this type of moment. Like an epiphany kind of moment.
I reached a hill. (What felt like a crazy-steep, insurmountable hill that seemed to want to claim my very life.)
And so I started to walk.
And
for the first time in my limited running experience
walking
felt
slow.
It was weird.
I wasn’t exactly physically able to run just then. (I was barely physically able to breathe actually.)
But my feet
just
wanted
to
go faster.
That doesn’t happen to me.
During my “runs” when I start walking, that’s all I usually want to do. I have to force myself to pick up the pace.
But today
I wanted to
get moving.
To run.
You know what else is crazy? (Besides the steep hill or the scary goose that clicked his beak-thing in a rather aggressive manner at me?)
When I do manage to run, I think I have finally found my stride. (Or is that too bold of a claim coming from a non-runner?)
I used to do a shuffle-shuffle-shuffle kind of dance, barely lifting my feet from the ground.
I had to will myself to run for two minutes before walking for one minute. (Two minutes! Do you hear how pitiful that sounds? To think I couldn’t run for two whole minutes in a row? And I couldn’t, you know.)
But now I can.
I really can.
Hey, I can run a whole mile without stopping. (Or falling over. Although sometimes I do trip.)
I know. I know. To real runners, walking is faux pas and tripping is for amateurs and running for two minutes and then walking for one is for sissies.
Just call me a faux pas making, amateur sissy.
I’m okay with that.
Because for me
this running
this moving my legs in a semi-structured fashion out of doors while my feet are encased in sneakers
this desire to move faster instead of slower
this mile without stopping
is
all
progress
to me.
It’s all victory.
And like pretty much every other victory in my life
it’s been
slow
going.
And if I want to call that
slow going
hitting
my
stride,
then
I
think
I
will.
7 Comments
Gretchen
Congrats. For me too, running is not my "thing"!!! But I ran a mile the whole way through about a month ago and was so proud of myself. Too funny. I can swim a mile and longer than a mile actually with no problem, but running has always been my not so loved thing. Congrats. If I were there I would run/walk with you! 🙂 Love ya! g
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chamathman
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I'm diggin' the Dead Poet's reference, you S.T.M.!
Love ya,
Eric
Lacey
Thanks Eric.
I know you to be a bit of a running snob – so I appreciate the encouragement!
And I am glad someone recognizes a Dead Poet's reference so many years later. (What that says about us – I don't really care.)
Melissa Brotherton
RT @SoEveryDay: Is this my stride? http://bit.ly/dcIUDR
Melissa Brotherton
Congratulations! I too call that progress. Everyone has to start somewhere. I went through that process a couple of years ago…now I am gonna have to start over due to pregnancies. You’ve inspired me today!
Lacey
Thanks!
It was actually pregnancies for me too that has brought about a desire/need for a little routine exercise!