I’ve started running. And if you know me at all, you know that I HATE running. I will walk to the end of the earth but please oh please, do not make me run. So why am I running? Like so many other people I am trying to lose those last 5…er 15…ok 20 pounds. And from what I am reading, those pounds won’t come off of me walking even if I did make it to the end of the earth. So I am pushing myself to run at least parts of my daily 5 mile walk.
I’m not having much success. I start out pretty good, with few walks in between my runs but soon I falter, get winded, a stitch or a pain in my legs and the endeavor becomes a walk. A brisk walk mind you, but a walk nonetheless. I gave up for a while but after a few weeks started up again. Same issue. Which got me to thinking as I saw all these people running with no problems around me. What were they doing that I wasn’t and vice versa?
The AHA! moment came yesterday when I realized I was trying to RUN, not jog. I was running as if I was a seasoned athlete who’d done this for quite a while. I realized I was such a fast walker naturally that in order for me to feel as if I was stepping things up, I was going at too high a pace and level for me to sustain any sort of distance. In the process I was short circuiting my success. If I could just slow my pace down a bit to compensate, I’d have greater success. It’s too soon to tell if this will work but I think I’m on to something. You don’t eat the elephant one limb at a time, but one bite at a time, consistently, steadily, persistently.