Do you remember last year when I thought I’d take up jogging so I could run with my little guy in a 10km race? Well…if you do remember you’ll know how well that worked out.
It’s hard to believe but it’s just four weeks until that race is on again and again, my little guy wants to run. Even though he couldn’t care less if I ran the race with him (we wouldn’t run together anyway as he’d be way out in front of me), I, for some reason, feel like this is something I’d like to do.
The event organisers have advised that you can get ready for the race by joining one of two jogging groups. There’s one that meets weekdays at 6am and another with varied training times, none of which have you rising before dawn. I’ve joined the latter group.
Although the group has been going for some time, my first training session was Friday at the civilised time of 9.30am. I was first to arrive and all decked out in the Lulu Lemon gear I bought last year but this time, more importantly, I have new joggers and orthotics. When I turned up to see the physio about the orthotics I was wearing my jogging gear and my new shoes. He said, ‘You look like a licorice allsort’. Well I would have liked some shoes that are less bright but I had to buy the narrowest pair they had and it comes in just one colour.
Anyway, the trainer turned up as well as a few others and before we took off I gave the trainer my full history that included how I haven’t done any running since the 1980’s and I didn’t spare any details of my former injuries either. Fifteen minutes later we were off.
The trainer was very kind and let us run at a ‘comfortable’ pace which was a polite word for ‘slow’. He also let us walk up and down the staircases and when we got to a street that was 800mtrs long and a complete vertical climb, we were allowed to walk that as well. Even so, I was puce in the face and struggling to keep up. Mind you, we’re having some unbelievably good weather here in Sydney and it was 25C and I was in winter gear and feeling the heat.
As much as I hated every step, I do have to say we were jogging in a very beautiful part of the world and if you are going to run around you may as well do it somewhere scenic. It does help to take your mind off the pain and discomfort you’re experiencing. The physio had told me to spend some time getting used to my orthotics which I course I didn’t do, and so as I ran the skin was being rubbed away from under the arch of my feet. I’m now covered in blisters and bandaids. Never mind.
We must have run about 5-6kms at a very slow pace and when we were on the home straight the trainer asked, ‘So how are you finding the session?’ I said, ‘Jogging is like childbirth; the closer you get to the finish line the worse it gets’. And he said, ‘Well then, as you cross the finish line get ready for the joy and elation that will follow’.
As I walked home I had a really bad sinking feeling about how much work I have to do in the next four weeks. I couldn’t even run 5kms without stopping and walking and I’m thinking of entering a 10km race? That just doesn’t seem logical.
Today I’m all stiff and sore. My next session is 8am tomorrow morning but I have a dinner party tonight and if that goes really, really, really well, I may not be able to drag my aching body out of bed. Please Lord, let the dinner party go really, really, really well.
Is there anyone out there who really enjoys jogging?
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