Back in Elementary school, in third grade, we were made to run our very first mile as human beings. It didn’t sound hard, but when it came to doing it, I. Slacked. Off. I “ran” that mile in 19 minutes. I felt like the laziest person alive. I was eight years old. What did I know, right? But something hit me that day, I realized if I was going to slack on something as simple as running the mile, I was going to slack everywhere else. Now remember, I was eight years old. That was pretty wise thinking for an eight year old. So the next day, my P.E. teacher gathered aside those that did terrible on their miles and said we had one more chance to change that time around on our physical’s. The following day, I ran my mile in NINE minutes! I felt like I climbed Mt. Everest. Seriously, crossing that finish line made me look around for my trophy, because I felt like I accomplished the most difficult task known to man-kind. To me it was climbing that mountain but to someone else it was simply a leap.
In high school, I ran my mile in six minutes and forty-three seconds. Now I wasn’t as good as some other’s out there that ran it two minutes faster than I did. But I was proud of my time. Because for me, it was STILL climbing Mt. Everest.
On the left is my mile yesterday and on the right is today’s. A few seconds is better than tying. I think. I haven’t run in over three years. I simply gave up on my mountain, but last week I started the climb once again. It’s embarrassing to time myself now. For all of you jogging-freaks out there that run your mile in five minutes flat, don’t judge. This IS an accomplishment for me.
The route that I run… I start from my driveway, point A, and finish at the stop sign where you see point B. I walk the rest of the way home for a cool-off and come home to a few exercises.
I wanna know what inspires you to run… Maybe you have a technique that will help me and others?