Once. About running.
It was when I was in my early teens, it was a vivid dream so real and startling that I remember it to this day. I dreamt that I was running on the rec near our house, the wind blowing through my hair because I was so fast and it was exhilarating and free.
I’m sure that Freudian analysis would reveal something interesting, but I took this at its face value and tried to go for a run. Of course it was nothing like, I couldn’t run and back then it wasn’t common place for sedentary people to decide to take up running. No one seemed to appreciate that you could learn to run through a walk run programme. So I just gave up on that.
But sometimes now,I get tiny glimpses of that dream becoming reality. Sometimes my stride opens up a little bit and I get a feeling of running rather than shuffling. Sometimes I drift and I realise that I have been jogging as comfortably as walking. Sometimes I remember to push off on my back foot and I can spring forwards. These are tiny little windows of hope that my running is improving.
you might have guessed that things are going ok? I’ve got another week under my belt and I’m sticking to the training plan. I’m learning to hold a bit back, not to push myself to the limit. On rest days I sometimes feel like I want to run, but I don’t. On run days sometimes I want to go further or faster but I don’t. Sometimes I don’t feel like running but I do! Sometimes I think ‘make the most of it- tomorrow’s a rest day and you won’t get the chance!’ But for whatever reason I’m managing to keep it up. I’m sure that there is a lesson to learn in there for life!
Now I can see that it is so much better to run 2 or 3 miles 4 times rather than 5 miles twice😊