Running has become Mike’s favorite pastime. I have never been a runner. It’s just not my thing. I have run, but never found it enjoyable. Every New York movie I watch has scenic views of Central Park, and the main characters are running with the greatest of ease. I got a wild hair last week and thought that I might start running. Might. So I bought a pair of running shoes. Just in case. They are really for walking and running, and I do a lot of walking, and it was time to take my 8-year-old Saucony sneakers to the dumpster. These are still in my closet (holes and all), because I am emotionally attached. 🙂
Last night, I made my first attempt. I cruised steadily for almost a mile and a half including inclines. In fact, I almost enjoyed it. There I was, jogging in the greatest park in the world! There is just one problem. Today I cannot walk. And fah-gett about the stairs—OY! I suddenly have rocks inside my thighs. This is reminiscent of my yoga experience where I was so sore I had to call in sick to work. Seriously. No more yoga for me. It’s just not my thing either.
I guess I am out of shape. Nonetheless, as a dancer these are muscles that I would never use and I haven’t ever used. As difficult as Zumba was, it caused fantastic pain and soreness that felt rejuvenating. Running did not.
Will I run again? Yes. But I will no longer listen to my husband. He is the worst track coach in the world—“Keep going, you can do it. ” “But I am in pain. I need to stop.” “Don’t stop, just slow down. You can make it to the next traffic light.” These are not words for the novice runner; or perhaps these are not words for me. I should have run a half mile, walked a half mile, and then picked up running again. This was my first jog in 11 years! Take it slow.
What did I learn? There is no better place to run than in Central Park. It’s a cathartic experience. Don’t listen to my husband; and Zumba is not so bad after all.