Running. Or rather, run-walking. Part 2. No new lessons here.
So after my failure in the pool arena, I decided to head upstairs to where all of the fitness equipment is. I can surely handle exercising on land, right?
Reasons I like to exercise at the Eisenhower Center:
- It’s close. I should bike but I mostly drive (as in, I rode my bike once because Steve was working on the car…). Seems hypocritical to drive .5 miles to EXERCISE, doesn’t it? I’ll try to bike more.
- It’s just the right size. Not big, like the chains of fitness centers, it’s not intimidating. But they seem to have pretty much anything you would need to exercise. Including that dang pool.
- It’s clean. It never smells. That’s REALLY important to me. There was this one time when one of the guys on the treadmill needed a shower. Bad. But other than that, no complaints.
- It’s affordable. Really, really affordable.
- Almost everyone there is older than me. At least in the morning. I like that. Makes a girl feel good about herself
I’ve been exercising pretty regularly ever since. Elliptical machines, bikes, the occasional treadmill. Even started using the weight machines. Until late winter when, between pulling something in my chest and that “near fatal ;)” illness I had, I stopped. For about a month.
When I started going back, I started again with the elliptical. But I soon realized that between my vision issues (I’m VERY farsighted and usually wear my glasses to the gym) and the up and down motion of the elliptical, I couldn’t read anything. I can’t stand not being busy and the idea of being on that machine for 30 minutes and not accomplishing SOMETHING else drove me crazy. The solution? Walk on the treadmill. I can read on the treadmill, right?
So I started walking and reading on the treadmill. 30 minutes at a time. For a while, weeks, maybe. And then, suddenly, one day I had this sudden urge to run. “Really? Run? Why?” I said to myself. “There is no why when you have a sudden urge to do something” my brain said to myself. That must be what happens in labor when a real woman has a sudden urge to push. I wouldn’t know about that, my babies all came out the express exit.
So I started to run. For less than a minute and had to stop.
But that brain of mine was determined. “Run again” it said. So after walking awhile I ran again. For less than a minute. This run/walk thing continued until my 30 minutes were up. “Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I could do that again.” I said to myself.
See, I’ve tried this before. I know the drill. Walk more than you run and build it up until you are running more than you walk. I tried http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml years ago. It’s a great program but it doesn’t work for people like me.
I know what you are thinking, “What do you mean, people like you?”
I mean people that can put more effort into the scheduling and less effort into the doing. At least as far as exercise is concerned. I was able to spend lots of time scheduling it out, lots of detail (all the while not exercising because I was spending all that time scheduling, I didn’t have all day, did I?) and then, when I missed a day, or two, or three, the whole thing was off. And then I would spend more time re-scheduling the schedule. And still not exercising because I was spending all that valuable time on rescheduling the schedule.
And keeping track. Oh, the notebooks, years of keeping track. Of what? Were the exercise police going to bust me and look at my records? If I ended up with heart disease like my dad, would it go away because I had the records to prove that I exercised? Seriously, another waste of my time.
I would also spend time on the internet, looking up races, making mental plans to visit these places to show off my new running skills only to miss my deadlines and not make any of them. Honestly, it really didn’t make me feel very good about myself.
So, this time, being older and wiser, this time I decided to take the pressure off. Do what I can. I can remember what I did yesterday, right? Do the same thing or a little more. A little at a time. No races, no pressure. Modest goals. I can handle that. (And I have no excuse to waste time at the computer figuring out a running schedule.)
I didn’t want to start posting about running until I thought I had a chance at actually doing it. I have an actual chance of doing it. Running 3 miles. Wow. It’s going to take a while, I know that and it’s ok. I don’t have to rearrange anything on my schedule this time.
So today’s result? 2.5 miles in about 33 minutes. I ran 3 minutes at a time and walked 2 minutes at a time. I’m proud of that. And tomorrow, I’m going to do just a little bit better.
(But it kicked my butt and I was sweating like a fool. Good thing they don’t have a lot of mirrors there, I would have scared myself. Had to add that…)