I’ve started running again. Many of you know I’m a terrible runner. At least when it comes to running just to run. Who runs just to run anyways? I’m used to chasing a ball, putting it through/into a net, and then playing defense. There’s always been a field or court or some boxed-in arena for me to run in, never just an endless amount of road with no signal to start or stop.
Like I was saying, I’ve never been a runner. I’ve always just been a wannabe runner. Runners are patient. They can be alone with their own thoughts and go for hours on nothing but oxygen. I, on the other hand, can’t stand one second of my own thoughts and certainly need a good cheeseburger every now and again.
But running is free (even in New York!) and the weather is getting nicer, so run I shall. Everyday after work I walk my non-runner butt over to Central Park and run a specific loop. The first time, I couldn’t make it around without doing the—side-grab, hold on a second, I have the cramp of a lifetime—move that makes everyone around me think I’m actually a running fanatic who only stops in the face of extreme pain. This usually occurs around mile .5. Yes that stands for one-half of a singular mile. Did I stutter?
When you’re running to run, what else is there to think about other than how much pain you are in? It’s simply, one foot in front of the other. My brain gets bored.
Bored and distracted that is. So there I am, running along and boom, my favorite jam comes on my iPod. Next thing I know, I’m flailing my arms, popping and locking like I belong in the movie Bring It On. I don’t even realize I’m doing it. It’s kind of embarrassing but the rhythm gets into my soul and I just have to shake my tail feather. I was born to dance! This usually ends with me tripping over my own feet because my mind is focused on running but my body wants to get down with its bad self.
Like I said, I can’t stay focused.
Yesterday I had the fine privilege of running behind a man who smelled like warm, clean laundry straight from my mother’s dryer. What a wonderful treat. The good news is he stayed right in front of me the entire time. The whole time I was so grateful for his Snuggles laundry detergent scent as the wind carried it back into my nostrils. The even better news is that his love handles were bigger than mine, making me feel better about my pre-bikini bod. It was an all around win-win situation for me. I probably would have struck up a conversation but I was too busy sniffing him.
Taking on the loop has definitely gotten easier. Yesterday, right at the end (yes I make it to the end without the side-grab now) I got this burst of energy. Suddenly I was flying by the fresh laundry man and even went further than my normal route.
Following my run I attempt some lunges, squats, ab work and push-ups. This is code for, I sit in the grass and watch the cute guys play baseball. Nothing like a man in uniform.
Today’s GOOD WORD comes from my dad. This was in response to the fact that my internship hours at InStyle are coming to an end and I have nothing lined up at this point. Getting a job post-college has been the battle of my life. On the upside, at least I’ll have plenty of time to work on my running. I hope this speaks to you like it did to me.
The only people who never fail are the ones who have no ambition. Those people rarely get anywhere. If you really want to do something outstanding and challenging then you have to accept failure as part of the course and keep plodding along.