I’ve just started running.
I KNOW, I KNOW. (People who know me will know that I’ve always detested running. The beep tests they made us to in PE were torture. They also made us run around a huge block at the beginning of each term, and as soon as I was out of Miss O’Driscoll’s sight, I’d stop and leisurely stroll around. Because I hate running)
In year 11, my friend Sarah F and I used to bunk PE, so we didn’t have to do any running. Sorry, not sorry. I hate running.
It makes me feel like I am dying. And I loathe that.
It hurts my knees. That is never a good thing.
It makes me sweat. Yuck.
It’s boring. Dull, dull, dull.
But about a month ago, I decided that I would start going to the gym again. And I’ve been really good at actually going. I’ve been going three times a week and I have a little routine: treadmill, bike or rowing machine, a weight machine or two, home. The plan was that the whole thing would take at the most 45 minutes, and I’d be home in time for a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee before having to pick up Elliot from preschool. I figured I’d get the treadmill out of the way first, because I hate running, you see. HATE. IT.
Except that I’ve found myself really quite enjoying it. Almost loving it, in fact. I stick my headphones on, whack up the volume, and run to nowhere. (I prefer running to nowhere on a treadmill than running outside, as the treadmill absorbs a lot of the impact, and my knees and shins don’t hurt).
And it’s my running playlist that has really helped me learn to enjoy running. It’s what has really spurred me on. The first couple of times I went I didn’t take my headphones, and so had no choice but to listen to people panting away next to me. Or groups of muscly beefcakes cheer each other on, or the music they play at the gym, which is less than inspiring.
But making myself a fun playlist and setting it to shuffle has been brilliant. I don’t get bored, because I don’t know what’s coming next. It could be “We Are The People” by Empire of the Sun:
Or it could be “Shake It” by Metro Station,
Or it could be “Brazil (Second Edit)”, by Deadmau5 (A personal favourite)
And I end up pushing myself a little further by running the length of a song, then another will come on and I’ll think, ‘OH I LOVE THIS SONG! I’ll just run to that and then I’ll stop”, and then the same thing will happen again. I have a pretty eclectic taste in music; generally if something has a good beat, is nice and upbeat, and/or nice lyrics, I’ll like it. My running playlist is full of songs that make me smile.
Two weeks ago, I could barely run for fifteen minutes before beginning to worry that my legs would fail and I’d fall off the back of a treadmill going at 8kms an hour. But last night I ran consistently for just shy of 40 minutes, at 8.8km/h and I clocked up over 5kms. I am pretty proud of myself, and it’s safe to say I no longer hate running.
I totally deserve the curry and beer I’m indulging in tonight. Bring on more runs next week!