Running – one word strong enough to throw some serious shivers down my spine. I can’t think of any physical activity more torturous than moving my feet at a fast pace, while panting, sweating, and trying not to be distracted by all the black spots in my eyes. It boggles my mind that some people voluntarily subject themselves to this form of exercise multiple times a week, and even more so that many claim to quite enjoy it.
I am not sure why I hate running so much. I used to think that it was my long-standing neglect of any form of exercise that caused me to feel like I was about to die 10-second into it. For the last 4 years, however, I have been figure skating regularly – daily, for the last 6 months. Considering that figure skating keeps my heart rate above 150 for over an hour without unpleasant side-effects, I would expect to have enough endurance to withstand 30 minutes of slow-paced jogging on a flat surface by now. Alas, while slightly less torturous, it is still a drag.
Chances are, I was simply not born to run, but then, perhaps I’ve just never given it enough time. In any case, living in California, it is hard not to feel like a leper when you have trouble keeping pace for longer than 2 minutes. With this in mind, about a week ago, I decided to dust off my Couch-2-5k app, and give running another try. I believe, it is my 4th attempt to power through 9 weeks of training, and that the longest I was able to stick to it was 5 weeks. Let’s see if I can make it this time.