I love running. There is something special about the simplicity of heading out the front door for a run. No requirements for specialised equipment or membership fees. No need for serious competition. Just you.
About 6 years ago I was right into running. I had completed a couple of marathons, ran to and from work, went for long 'long' runs on the weekends. I had got an entry into the London marathon and was keen to get my time down. Plans were made, ideas of more adventures floated around.
Then my back went. The excruitiating pain was due to two prolapsed discs, in turn the result of four discs that had degenerated considerably. I was told by the specialist that I had the back of a 60 year old (almost twice my age) and that my running days were over.
So that was it. I did not run for over 4 years. I was able to do most other sports I enjoy and with some physio and specific exercises I only had one real relapse. Life was good.
I missed running.
I went to a new physio who, almost in passing, mentioned that I could give running a go, just start slowly, maybe ten minutes, but as long as I don't push myself too far, there shouldn't be a problem.
This week I have run three times, each over 25 minutes. I'm not sure how far I will go... maybe try for 40 minutes, then an hour, then...
Running has taught me much;
I think clearer when I'm under stress. That's nice jogging type stress, not the sprinting type.
I sometimes take 'expert' advice as gospel, when perhaps I need to consider what I think.
A positive idea (eg: Give it a go) can have far reaching (positive) consequences.
The walk, 'warm down' at the end of a run is important. Give yourself time to reflect.
The most enjoyable, challenging and rewarding races are with yourself.
One foot in front of the other.
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