Running Is Not The Joy I Remembered
By Maybe Diaries on May 29, 2014
New Zealand has a reputation for being an outdoor kinda country and after you spend a bit of time here you realise that reputation is actually a huge understatement.
There are people running in Wellington most hours of the day and they all look like they were born wearing itty bitty lycra outfits and running shoes. Round here, the locals bound like gazelles along Marine Parade completely unaffected by gale force winds or blistering heat.
Knowing that, it shouldn't be a surprise that work has twice sent out an invitation offering to pay for employees to enter a marathon four weeks in the future. Because we’re all just waiting for the next opportunity to run 26 miles over here! Four weeks’ notice? Sweet as!
Obviously, I ignored the email, but my messenger started pinging with people asked me if I was going to join in and because I am that woman who just can’t say no to anything that smells like a challenge, I said yes.
That means I have less than four weeks to get match fit for a 10k run.
Just to put that in perspective, the last time I ran Esme was having trouble sitting unaided.
In training terms that’s a really long time.
Then you factor in that I am the sort of person who you can actually see losing condition between training sessions.
The sort of person that sports companies pray never wears their clothing because it gives their designers a bad name.
The sort of person the Angry Jogger calls a “pure bright red runner”.
Let’s be honest, I'm the person you see running and stop to offer a lift.
It doesn't bother me, I’ll own that I will never be a poster girl for any kind of sport because my motivation isn't looks, it’s to get fit enough to keep up with the three energiser bunnies I somehow managed to breed.
At my age, and with my genes, that doesn't just happen.
Two runs in and I'm hating every last second: The aching limbs, the burning throat, the fact that the wind is somehow always in my face.
My mind spends the whole session shouting at me to sink gracefully into middle age and invest heavily in elasticated waistbands.
Most of the time I find it hard to argue.
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