Quick, like a bunnyI've had the occasion to run three times this week: twice out of necessity and once simply because I felt like it. Running and I have a sordid history. As a kid I remember running everywhere (just as a means of locomotion) but as a teen I began to despise it and thought it the most painful physical activity a human being could engage in this side of excercising in an iron maiden. Like most teenagers health wasn't a top priority as much as comfort, so I rarely ran. This lasted for a while until I got in grad school and took it up again for health and physical appearance vanity. Even then, however, I thought it excrutiatingly painful and since I got a bad case of shin splints I ended up stopping altogether. Fast forward a few more years and I started running again now purely for health reasons (a high blood pressure scare that was related more to consuming 2 pots of coffee and smoking too many cigarettes than it was to not being in tip-top physical condition). I committed myself to run through the pain and did find that the pain of running was not as bad as I remember, but it still was annoying. All this soon ended when because of my pronation I messed up my right knee and did a number on my ACL. It was not an operable offense, and with rest and a proper bandage it soon healed itself, but it did hurt like hell and caused me a great deal of mobility problems.

Suddenly I feel, however, that I would like to take up running again mostly because my few dashing moments felt incredibly good and I've felt very good afterwards. If I do take up running agian, I know I need to get some decent shoes this time to prevent my pronation and be careful to note what my gamey knee tells me.

I'll let you know.

Comments

  1. Running is horrible. I hate running. Must go running more.

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  2. I hate running, honestly. Even when I was at my lightest and in pretty darn good shape, I never had a runner's body and I felt like I was pounding the hell out of myself. This, without injuries. I tried a little running a couple of winters ago and it was sort of bliss-through-pain. Really, I'm better off walking. My sister, who does have a runner's body and who has taken up marathoning, makes me look at running with longing. Every time I watch her or her husband finish a race, I think I want to do it. But really, I'm better of walking, or maybe watching episodes of Law and Order: Criminal Intent.

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  3. My argument is that running is only bliss when you do it a lot. there's this threshold when running moves from agony to bliss--for me, it's at mile 3. and at 20+ miles a week. but even when it's agony, I still rather love running

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  4. Cycling. We all need to go cycling more. First, there's a bike. Then there's the nifty, colorful tights. Three, no shin splints. Finally, it's transportation.

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  5. I have to agree with Lis: there's a threshold. I didn't start to like running until I did those longer Saturday runs. Then your body takes over and you start to like running whether you actually like it or not. One word: endorphins. Welcome to the club!

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  6. cycling? blah. I have a bike, but it's perpetually dusty. Biking scares me a bit because I'm so clutzy. You remember the treadmill incident? My interactions with bikes are much the same.

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