|Tamara and I after last Sunday's run|
natter-ings in no way judges you and your choices and habits, it simply tells the story of my life and the way I live it. Run on friends whether it be on the roads or the TM.
Rebuild 2016 is going well. My hip and back pain are under control which has made running less of a chore than it had become. I am keeping the kilometres low, cross training and doing strength work. I would like to brag about how sensible, patient and reserved I am being, but the reality is, just this week I graduated to running the entire 5k without walk breaks so at this point, I couldn't be wild and dangerous with my running if the devil himself was chasing me. My fitness has taken a blow over the past 6 months, so this really is a rebuilding period. At one time, this would have shamed me but today, all I see when I fix my gaze and all I hear playing over and over in my head is 'strength'.
I don't care if right now my 'long' run is only 10k. That 10k isn't flipping to 11 until I feel good about each and every kilometre I run. When my watch reads 11k it will be because I am strong enough to do it. It won't take long, things are feeling better each week.
Running without a coach and without a big goal race has me feeling a little bit lost but each Sunday I make my plan for the upcoming week with my friend Tamara and right now, that is all the looking ahead I need. The most difficult part of 'no coach/no plan' is that it's February in Ontario which means winter. We have been fortunate to have enjoyed unseasonably warm weather for this time of year, until this weekend when ridiculously low temperatures have hit. I see your posts on social media with your eyelash frozen and icicles hanging from your beards and I say 'good for you' but not for me. There is nothing that will get me out there to run in -30C and fortunately for me, I have 'no coach/no plan' to make me feel like I have to put on my arctic running suit which includes ski goggles and a balaclava, to tolerate the conditions to get it done. I don't know if it's age or injury that has me seeing things so clearly and causing me to say 'WTF, why?'.
|Last winter in -20something...WTF? Why?|
I was a treadmill hater. When I became a committed runner (and not in the sense of 'committed' to an institution, although some non-running shoe wearing folks may say all runners should be 'committed'), it seemed like treadmill bashing was the thing to do. It seemed un-organic, almost blasphemous to say you ran on the TM, in which case, you just wouldn't say and instead post a cute pic of your running shoes...or your cat or better still, your cat with your shoes.
|What cats think TMs are for |
(spot the yet to launch Kinvara7's)
When I was in my 'committed runner' infancy, I bought a TM because contrary to the TM snubbing that I saw around me, the reality was I worked 12 hour shifts, days and nights and I live in a rural area, which translates into a lot of darkness in the winter months. If I was going to get my runs done, they needed to be done in my dining room...on the TM. When I found her on sale in Canadian Tire, it wasn't love at first sight because I was not attracted to TMs at all, I was attracted to the long and winding road, or at least that's what popular running culture told me I was attracted to, so I brought her home with ambivalence, which looking back was the wrong way to start a relationship. I set her up, converting her imperial miles to kilometres because I can't do the math at the best of times let alone when I am using all my brain power on leg turnover. I sneered at her as I climbed aboard for the maiden voyage and before I settled the emergency stop magnet into place on the console, I christened her with splashes of Gatorade and dubbed her, 'Mil-dread'.
|'Mil-dread' and I making peace|
'Mil-dread', I am sorry. Will you be my Valentine?
|in honour of Skechers athletes Kara and Meb|