RUNNING… It might be the least favourite thing to do for some people. It is, of course, a very tough activity that requires a great amount of discipline to keep going.
Beginners usually struggle to keep that discipline. I’ve been there.
Running WAS my least favourite thing, until that one day, I actually REMEMBERED how it feels to love running.
Yes, I love running. It might be strange to say this, but running brings me comfort for my mind and soul.
Life is tough, I have a lot of things in my head and too often, I drowned them with my rage. Those times, when nothing seems right to you and you get irritated and annoyed by almost everything.
Running, in some ways, helps me overcome that. It becomes my alternative prayer, so to speak.
So yes, I love running. It makes me feel good about my body and what my body can do. My runner’s endurance helps me to endure the toughness in life.
The winds brushing through my skin and the smell of fresh air make me feel good to be alive.
Sometimes, I take this opportunity to even say my thanksgiving prayer. Watching all the wonderful surrounding me, it makes me realise that there are a lot of things I should be thankful.
Running makes it possible and my sense of self is greater when I run. This is now.
But, I’ve always have passion for running, I’ve always knew it, I just forgot I do.
I wasn’t an athletic in school. I wasn’t qualified as one either, simply because I couldn’t run very fast.
When I was 13, I surprised myself.
During school sports day, I was selected to represent my House team (St Matthew House) to participate in the 800M and 1500M event.
There were no criteria in selecting the House’s athletic, so I caught in the attention of the House captain because I was tiny and skinny. (and I’m still tiny, though not as skinny as I was during school days).
I remembered feeling both terrified and excited. It was my first run, all eyes were on the running track. I was one of those in the running track.
I didn’t know whether or not I was able to run this far.
It would be very embarrassing to stop halfway to catch my breath while there were so many people watching you.
And of course, I didn’t want to let my team down.
I was told to finish the race. They did not mind if I didn’t win anything because all that matters was the point.
And so, I ran. First long distance run was a bit of a struggle, but at 13, I didn’t feel that much of the struggle though.
I ran and ran and ran and surprisingly, I ran without the need to stop to catch my breath. I didn’t win anything for the 800M event, but was placed third in the 1500M. And I did it, without proper training for the event.
I stopped running when I was 16 or 17. I just simply didn’t run anymore because I wanted to focus onto a more serious thing – EXAM.
I didn’t run for almost 10 years until I hit the gym about a year ago.
Gym was an option because I was lack of stamina and cardio exercises were very difficult for me. The reason why I hit the gym because I started to have digestion problem and sleeping problem. (Which I got rid of that problem immediately I hit the gym)
As I stepped into the gym, the first thing I fixed my eyes on was the treadmill. I was sure I was going to run.
As usual, I struggled at first, but as time went by, I got faster. I’m a pretty competitive person, but running for competition never crossed my mind.
As I said, running makes me feel good about my own body, it brings me comfort to my mind and soul.
But, recently, my left ankle hurts.
In fact, it had been hurting for almost a month now. But I could still run, so I continued running.
The reason why I continued running despite the pain, because the pain only irritated me when I started running, after a while into running, it didn’t hurt anymore until I stopped.
But a week ago, the pain got so bad that I began thinking that I should go gentle with my ankle.
I have not been running for about two weeks now and I don’t like it at all.
I miss running. I wanna get on that road or treadmill and run. But I can’t do that because the pain would get worse.
I have scars on both of my knees and elbows (though not visible now) because I was very clumsy as a little girl.
When I was in the kindergarten, we played cops and robbers and they always made me a robber.
And whenever we played that game, I always came home bleeding. My parents would scold me and asked me not to play anymore, not to RUN anymore, or else the wounds would never heal.
But I didn’t stop running. I kept running, despite the pain own my elbows and my knees.
I was very young and running has been a part of me.
Now, I feel an urge to run, even I am typing it right now. I am pretty jealous to see other people run on the treadmill and around the place that I am staying.
I could only manage peddle. It is the only cardio exercise that could put less strain on my ankle.
I know this is only temporary. Give it time, I am sure that I am going to recover really soon.
About a year ago, after I read a book titled ‘Born to Run’ by Christopher McDougall, my passion for running was greater.
Those, especially runners who haven’t read the book, I really recommend this book.
In some part of the book, McDougall had a conversation with Dr Bramble, a professor of biology and a specialist in the biomechanics of animal locomotion.
Dr Bramble told McDougall that a research had found out that starting at age 19, runners get faster every year until they hit their peak at 27.
After 27, they started to decline. The research also found that to go back to running the same speed as they did at nineteen was 64 years old.
Again Dr Bramble said: “There’s something really weird about us humans, we’re not only really good at endurance running, we’re really good at it for a remarkably long time. We’re a machine built to run – and the machine never wears out.”
So if that was the case, why does my ankle hurts? I must wonder.
I did a little bit of research on my own, and the result…there are three possibilities.
Click on this link to check it out —-> http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-241-624–7455-0,00.html
My case would probably B, the tendinitis. Just recently, I got so excited about running outside, you know on the hard and uneven road.
I always got carried away, and so I believe that I didn’t know how fast I was running or how long had I been running.
It is different from the treadmill. Treadmill, you’ll maintain the speed and with soft padding, it would not do any much damage.
But, on the road, it was terrible.
I didn’t have a good start when I first started, but after months running on the treadmill and running outside once in a while to increase the intensity, I slowly gained my stamina.
Days passed, I ran longer and probably faster. I even learned some proper techniques of running and it helped me so much more.
I feel so free when I run.
Sure, I will run again, I just need some times rest.
But then again, I STILL MISSING RUNNING….
“You don’t stop running because you get old. You get old because you stop running.”
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