I have found the perfect song that defines my running attitude from the 8km marker onwards. It’s extremely poetic, consisting of a few words that anyone can hum along to when they’re huffing and puffing away.
‘F%$k it, f%#k it, f%#k it, f%#k it!’
I know many say that encouraging remarks helps one to cross that mental barrier we face when we hit a wall. ‘Picture yourself running with ease’ or ‘ tell yourself you can do this! You can make it!’ and I’ve tried all that. None of it works. Chanting the above in sync with my footsteps however, causes me to smirk. And that propels me forward.
Especially if I meet Red Runner again.
I saw her last night, as I did my circles around the pond and for the first few rounds, we were in sync. She was running the other way around the course and we crossed each other at the same points for the first three rounds. Our only difference? I was struggling while she was obviously doing an easy pace. I hated her for that.
‘Damn it,’ I muttered to myself as I struggled to bring air into my wretched lungs. I dreaded seeing her again, which I did, unfortunately, as I walked around the circuit. I could have sworn I saw a gloat in her demeanor as she flew past me, over and over again.
‘F%$k it, f%#k it, f%#k it, f%#k it!’ Daftpunk was never more eloquent.
The longer I run, the faster I run out of things to think about. Try sitting in a chair and staring at a wall for two hours. Wonderful, isn’t it? Even the usual stories I make up about other people turn into sarcastic commentaries as I begin to find little things about my random companions annoying.
That said, I love every passerby with all my heart. They are a good break from the tedium and monotony of putting one foot in front of the other.
Yes, even Red Runner – god bless her darling heart.
I wonder what she does on a normal day?
So Smiley said that my knees hurt purely because it’s doing more than it ever did before.
‘You just need to recover. Take it easy this week and slowly build up your stamina and strength again,’ he said.
‘But they ache all the time,’ I whined.
‘You just did a 10k run last week,’ he stated. ‘It’s more than you ever did before. Just relax…’
Has it only been a week? But yes, Smiley is right. I did a little more reading today and found out that these aches and pains are normal. I, being the over-dramatic person that I am, have been entertaining images of me injured, over my short runs. Forgetting the simple fact that prior to this season, the only running I ever did was to walk quickly in my heels to the office was I was late. I didn’t even break into a jog to catch the train/bus, always preferring to take the next one that came along.
Right. So there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just… pain.
Altogether now, ‘Pain is inevitable. Suffering, optional.’
Now where’s Daftpunk?