Yesterday a friend said I was probably the only person who thinks running and sweating is fun. It was their response after reading a conference agenda that started the day with an optional “fun run”, in the Florida heat.
Sitting here writing this second of five blogs before I go for a five-mile run (yes, in the sweaty Florida heat), the fun won’t come soon enough. Partly because this is my “Monday”, meaning the past two days have been active rest days.
How can you become motivated to be focused and disciplined to feel the same way?
Man, wish I had an answer for you. Part of the root cause of my joy is the feeling I get when my clothes fit comfortably. When I can be active and not feel “old”. When I enjoy an ice cream cone without an ounce of guilt, like yesterday.
I could go on and on about the specific details of the journey to get and stay in shape, or I could simply share the big picture and bottom line. Any preferences?
Wanted to mention the obvious, because it may not be. Blog comments add a rich thread to the social media conversation. In fact, yesterday, David left a comment that also included a website called c25k. It proposes that you can go from couch potato to running a sub-30 minute 5k in nine weeks.
Sound too good to be true? You’ll have to decide.
When I started running 11 years ago, I jogged, very slowly, to my neighbors mailbox that first day, and did it four more days that week. The second week, I ran past the first mailbox to the second and did that for a week. The third week, ran past the first two mailboxes to the third. Did that each day for a week. Mailboxes are 100 meters apart.
So it took one month before I was running 400 meters, the equivalent to one lap around a track. A month. Are ya with me. The second four weeks…. (to be continued).
Today is National Running Day. Who knew? As a runner, I had never heard of it. Showed up on Facebook this morning. Many people say things like, “I hate running”, or “I’ve never been a runner”.
Given a choice, it would almost seem like many would also add, “I hate walking”, or “I’ve never liked walking”.
And it doesn’t stop there, it continues with, “I hate vegetables”, or “I’ve never liked vegetables”.