I did this week's second day of running yesterday, and what I would like to know is, where is my parade? There is nothing--NOTHING--quite like the smug and self-congratulatory feeling you can get from doing some truly revolting exercise. It feels GREAT! Today I am strutting around thinking, "I exercised yesterday! Yes indeed! That was me, out there exercising!" Even through this fog of righteousness, one thing remains painfully clear: it still feels better NOT to exercise. The after-exercise is great, but so is the after-going-to-the-dentist: if it feels so good to be DONE, we are not talking about an enjoyable experience.
The second day was worse than the first. My shins hurt from the first time, which tells me I'm probably doing something wrong, and they did not feel better when I ran on them. The weather was miserable. The boys were less enthusiastic. And in the back of my mind I was hearing all the people who said they ENJOYED it! And that it got EASY! But we did it, and I'm glad.
While I was counting out how many more minutes of hell remained to me, I had a thought. In the comments section, there was a discussion of how FAST you need to be running/walking. And what I think is that your speed doesn't matter. I think all that matters is how trampled you're getting. If you're running along at 15 miles an hour but you feel all free and breezy (test: are you using words such as "enjoy" and "easy"?), you need to pick up your pace. If molasses is gliding past you but you're seeing a tunnel of light and hearing beloved ancestors calling your name, you need to slow down. We will not be passing out medals for speed, only for misery.
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