Tonight marks the start of a new era for me: at 6:30 pm, I start my very first Learn to Run clinic at the local Running Room. That’s right, I’m joining the cult of running. For more than a year, I’ve watched Melanie strap on her shoes and hit the pavement three times a week. Each night she returns rejuvinated and bursting with energy. It’s sickening. But I remember that feeling from my days of cycling and I’m not getting any younger and definitely not any fitter, so I’m giving it a go.
Last night, we bought me some spanking brand new (yellow-trimmed!) running shoes. That’s them in all their pre-running newness and let me tell you, there is a science to buying the right shoe. I don’t pretend to understand it all, but apparently these beauties will help stablize my gait, support my puny arches and perform a dozen other essential tasks to help me figure out this whole running business.
Tonight is the first clinic, so we’re starting off nice and easy: one minute running and two minutes walking. Simple, right? Well, it’s been a while since my butt’s been off the couch, so we’ll see how I do.
In the meantime, to show the confidence I have in myself and this latest endeavour, I’ve added a new “running” category to the blog. In it, I hope to track my progress and bore you with all the details of my new cult membership, er I mean activity.
“Runner on the Snow”..
Well they sure as hell beat those two tennis raquettes you tried back in 96
If only Nintendo had such ergonomic and eloquently designed control pads you’d still be a fit man!!
Too right, Jonny. And I don’t have the moves to take up Dance Dance Revolution, so until they come up with a RunnerSim game, it looks like I’ll be doing the real thing.