I went for a run last night. I ran the five miles in the loop around my town. It was a beautiful evening and I felt great. It didn’t take long to get a good sweat on and I got into my stride very quickly. I’m not a natural runner, it really pisses off the real joggers and runners when they see me dressed head to toe in football gear, but I have a style that works for me. Time is of no relevance, it doesn’t matter how long it takes me to run the route, I get more enjoyment from the freedom running provides.
Putting one foot in front of the other for 5 miles is not everyone’s idea of fun. Just like golf can be a polarising sport, running/ jogging can be the same. Some people love it and some people are easily bored with the monotony of it. I love it and I also like ‘people watching’. That is catered for on the route as well. With all the financial constraints that have been imposed lately, gym membership is falling and more and more people are just running, jogging, walking, power walking to get some good, and indeed cheap, exercise. Believe me; one lap around the town really proves that we do come in all different shapes and sizes.
When you are running you can enjoy an immense freedom. I love to use the time to clear my head of any issues or thoughts I have. There is no phone, no television, no radio and no body to distract me. It’s just me and my thoughts and because my route is a loop, turning back is not an option; I have to keep moving forward. I decided to buy my first home and my first car while out running. I even decided to move abroad after going on a particularly long run many years ago. (I got lost in my thoughts of whether to go or not and ended up running further than I ever had before or have done since)
I took up running to fill the training gap that was left after I stopped playing football. Through running and Pilates I was able to keep myself in pretty good nick. The fact that I worked in a physical job helped and all in all I was happy with my fitness levels. I would never be as fit as I was 10 years ago but I would keep pushing myself.
I didn’t go for a run last night; in fact it is well over two years since I went for a run.
I was reminded of that yesterday as I was on my way in to yet another physio appointment. It was a similarly beautiful evening and I longed to be pulling on my gear and hitting the roads for some good, honest training. That was not to be however. Instead I went into the physio who worked for an hour to try and loosen my muscles and take away some of the pain in my body.
I miss training hard and I miss the feeling of being physically fit. I do exercises to keep as much flexibility as I can in my body but it’s not the same. As with everything concerning fibromyalgia it is a slow process and patience is vital. I’m reminded that I have to walk before I can run.
I don’t really like walking. I view walking the same way some people view jogging. It is boring, it’s slow and it is of no great benefit. My ability to be patient will be tested as I have to build up my walks very slowly. At the moment my programme is ten minutes walking, then 3 minutes slower and then another 10 minutes. After that I am finished, energy-wise, for the day. In the same way pre-season training used to tire me, that walk does the same now.
My programme of walking is virtually nothing but I can’t even do that at the moment. My body is so sore, tired and tight that it is too much. It is not easy to get my head around. I used to play football and run as often as I wanted but now, even walking to the shop can be too much for me.
Slowly, I will start walking again and then start to build from there. With patience, I may even be able to walk to the shops once, this week. Like my young niece I’m learning to walk before I can run. I’ll stay positive and hopeful but I have a funny feeling she’ll be running well before me!