For the past month I've been going to the gym 4-5 times a week to hit the treadmill. To run.
I'm running on the treadmill. I'm a runner. Sort of. Kind of. I can do it for three minutes at a time before I switch back down to a power-walking speed. I've been going back and forth between 6 or 6.1 mph and 3.5 and I'll do that for 30-45 minutes. No incline because I'd like to work on speed before I work on hilly-ness. Does that make me a runner? How many consecutive minutes do I have to run to be a runner?
I love it when I am done for the day. I'm a hot sweaty and gross mess of a thing. And then I walk home.
I hate it while it's happening. Like a lot.
I never learned how to run. They don't teach you how to breathe and pace yourself and where your arms go and your form. In the county where I went to high school, gym class was only for one year, and during that year there was only a few weeks where we
had to run a mile. It didn't have to be fast or pretty, and it certainly wasn't either. But that's the extent of my (formal) physical education as far as running is concerned.
Pole dancing, yoga and other assorted dance classes is so much more fun for me. But I'm away from DC and all my favorite dancing and yoga people, so I find myself at the gym trudging along on the treadmill. I do have a barred window to look out of, though. Too bad it's facing the rest of an ugly army base.
That's right - I'm not even running outside. Germans are super fit and active, and I'd probably embarrass myself at the very least, and at the very worst I'd fall over and injure myself and all of a sudden not run at all anymore. And that's a shame, because I'm living in freaking Europe, next to the Rhine river. I'd love to be someone who could trot outside in the morning and join the secret club of all the people who run and jog along the leafy path next to the river. I hate those people. They seem to have their stuff together.
(Plus - where does one carry all of the things when running outside?! I have strategic locations on the treadmill for my water bottle, small towel, phone and headphones - and next to the treadmill is my purse with keys, cash, ID, etc - there's no way to carry all that when you're outside!)
Why in the world am I running you might ask? What would possess you to do this insane and ridiculous thing that so many people apparently enjoy? Are you constantly being chased by a large animal of some kind?
1.
It's mentally challenging. Aside from grad school class, it's been difficult for me to keep my brain active on a regular basis, and I need some consistency in my day. I've been improving each week and it makes me happy to find that I'm not completely out of breath after two minutes (I can get up to three + now, yay me!). I'd love to be able to get to a point where I CAN go out for a run in the morning and knock it out really quickly and be back home having burned off enough calories to enjoy my drinks and meals the rest of the day.
2.
Wine & other alcohol. Drinking can really make you sluggish, and the cardio of running has been helpful to combat the slow feeling.
3.
Food. I've got to get the calories off because I get to eat so many amazing things here. And I'd like for my clothes to still fit me.
Seriously, I don't know if I'll ever like running but I like food too much not to run.
Isn't that why everyone else does it?
On that note, it's time for lunch.