Showing posts with label running isn't natural. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running isn't natural. Show all posts

Monday, October 11, 2010

Watch Where You're Going or Look Where You're Going

*Today's post inspired by a Facebook post from one Lux Obscura.*



"Never look down to test the ground before taking your next steps; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find his right road."


My sister, Rache, is a runner.

Seriously.

One of those people who run for enjoyment and exercise.

A few months ago, she was running after work with her husband, when she headed toward an open, overgrown field. When her husband, my illustrious brother-in-law, questioned her direction, she said, "Over there. I'm going over there. There's money over there."

And she ran. Looking down at the ground just a few feet from where her feet flew.

When she reached the field, she spotted a folded up wad of paper-y something. She couldn't be sure, wasn't sure, until she came up on top of it, stooped to pick it up, and realized that yes, in fact, what she was unfolding was a $100 bill...in an overgrown field in a suburban area of Utah.

How she knew it was there is open to question.

The fact remains that, had she not been looking toward the ground, she would never have seen that little boon.

Some of us watch the ground because we're watching cautiously for snakes in the carpet or non-existent curbs. Some of us watch the ground because we're looking for money.

No matter.

There is gain to be had by watching the ground in front of us.

Lux Obscura said in his Facebook post that if he didn't test the ground before entering the mine ruins he likes to explore - history - he'd be dead more than once.

There is something to be said for caution, for testing waters, for looking before we leap.

Whether that's for monetary gain or physical safety.

Watch. Look. Listen.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Whereupon Our Heroine Surprises Even Herself

Uhm...

I just jogged.

Uh...for 49 minutes - in intervals of course - but still...jogging.

Which never occurred to me to do for more than a few seconds since, oh say, 6th grade when I erroneously thought 1,500 meters seemed a reasonable distance to run on track and field day and almost vomited after the 3rd lap.

Damn metric system. What IS that1?

And then there was that whole puberty thing that hit and subsequently my breasts grew to a massively inappropriate DDDD size and that seemed to put the kabash on any running career ideas I might have fancied.

But, yeah so, one of my exercise videos came with a bonus jogging workout disc and since I've been struggling to get my heart rate up as high as I need to in order to be working at a nice fat burning capacity, I decided to try it.

It definitely got my heart rate up.

And it wasn't as hard as I feared.

Nor did it hurt my knees or my bosom2.

And now I'm entertaining crazy ideas of actually trying out the Couch to 5K running program I've been hearing about.

But then I think perhaps the endorphins are clouding my judgment.


I used to Jazzercise to this song.


1: Although now I'm much more likely to say "Damn Americans. What IS this bullshit customary units system of measurement? Egotistical assholes who have to be 'different'" but then I digress.

2: Thank you to the inventors of super industrial strength sports bras. My boobies are grateful.