Run, Kang, Run
During this contest prep, I began running again. I never thought I’d see the day when I actually enjoyed running again. When I was going to school in Fredericton, I started running because it seemed like the healthy thing to do. I kept running because it made me look good (I’m vain, I know). Then Depot happened and Sgt. Leblanc killed any love of running I might have had. (Really, did he have to yell that much?)
Since then – and now that I’ve started running again – I’ve learned a lot about running and what can make it great (at least for me).
- Know where you’re going. Last weekend, I went running in Valemount. Usually when I run in unfamiliar areas, I do half of my run-time, then turn around and follow my route back. M. showed me the route on his phone and I figured I could hack it. Then I got lost (ok, I also avoided this dirt road because I was wearing white shoes)…and the planned 9-km run became a considerably longer 12 km.
- When you don’t know where you’re going, it helps if it’s beautiful out.
- There is always time to find something fun(ny) on a run. Like Valemount road signs.
I laughed when I saw this…and then I remembered that lady in Quebec that stopped to help the ducks cross the road and caused two fatalities. That’s probably why they put this sign up.
- The “Run, Forrest, run” cat-calls have never been, nor will they ever be, funny. (That one was for those of you that yell this at me when I’m running…)
- Nothing beats a good playlist…especially when the songs shuffle in a perfect order for a run. It’s like the stars aligned, synced up with my iPod, and put all the songs in just the right order for that particular run. A thing of beauty.
- It doesn’t matter how fast you’re running as long as you’re out there givin’er. Sometimes I’m running like I stole something. Other days, I literally cry while I’m on the treadmill (I reserve these moments for when the gym is empty at 3:45 a.m.). It doesn’t matter.
And last but not least…
- Always take care of your body…you only have one. A sad realization has come over me in the last few months. My body is getting old(er). If I don’t stretch, roll, and recover, I start to fall apart rather quickly. On the bright side, I’m learning a lot about my pain tolerance from my massage therapist.
However you run…for whatever reasons you run…just remember….