Remember running as a child? It was so natural, so easy and you did it just for the sheer joy of running.
Well other than dashing through traffic, I’ve forgotten how to run. Yes the actual physicality of running: I seem to have lost it.
I set some goals this winter, for the summer, of running. I’m starting to work on those goals now. But in starting, I’ve discovered I’ve forgotten how to run. The first time I increased the speed on the treadmill beyond a fast walk, I started to jog the way Fred Flintstone bowls. Many tiny steps. The trainer looked at me like I was from Mars. Once I declared in genuine shock “I’ve forgotten how to run” she understood.
So the training went from “how far can you go how fast?” to figuring out the mechanics all over again. Becoming comfortable with speed and co-ordination. Focusing on lengthening the stride to match the speed.
When you’re bigger, your center of gravity is higher in your body. Balancing is a concern and you walk accordingly. As I shrink, I’m having to relearn how to use my body. There is great joy in stretching, in jumping, in elongating a stride, because I can.
Ownership of your own body is so important, and feeling it do the things it was built to do, to do the things you remember in childhood and in the teen years, is more motivating than anything else.
So we’re starting with 3 -1, so walk 3 minutes run 1 minute and repeat. Then as I gain coordination and comfort I’ll go to 2-1 then 1-1 and then just run.
There’s no time table, just me and the machine.