I run. It’s a thing that I do.* Every weekday.** When I’ve got it together.***
I run on a treadmill.**** It makes me feel like I’m in Alice Through the Looking Glass, running the Red Queen’s race.
“Well, in our country,” said Alice, still panting a little, “you’d generally get to somewhere else — if you run very fast for a long time, as we’ve been doing.”
“A slow sort of country!” said the Queen. “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”
Right now that feels like a metaphor for my working life as well. I have such a backlog of admin stuff to do it’s frightening. But I am running twice as fast as that so hopefully sometime soon I’ll make it to the next chess square.
* Teenage me is appalled by this. I mean, when I was in primary school I was good at long distance but I didn’t enjoy it. I did it for class and when I wasn’t at school I jumped on my bike and thought with satisfaction, This is better.
But about seven years ago — ye gods, how is it that long? — I had a problem with my bike or I had an injury or… you know what? I don’t even remember. But I needed to switch out some of the time I spent on my bike and I thought, I will just walk instead. And that was fine. But it wasn’t fast and I started to get bored and twitchy so I thought I would jog for a bit and then go back to walking. So I did that. And then the next day I jogged for a bit longer. And by the end of the week I was running five k’s and muttering, WTF? to myself.
** Because weirdly I find doing it every day easier than doing it less. Weekends don’t count. They’re not like real days.
*** Which is when I’m not travelling, injured, obsessively working etc. I generally still run when I’m sick but it’s been pointed out to me that this is stupid. Of course, the people who say that are the same ones who tell me I should learn to respect weekends as Days You Don’t Work On. I’m not sure they should be trusted.
**** Because I hate the outdoors. Okay, that’s not true. The outdoors can be lovely. I hate weather. No, that’s not true either. I hate heat. If I could run in the rain every day I would do that. Rain is lovely. I don’t get along with the sun though, so I run on a treadmill. Which has the added charm of letting me watch TV at the same time. And lets me push as hard as I want without having to worry about having the energy to get home again later.
arkayspark
16/01/2014
Great kiddo. You don’t know how wonderful the fact that you run is. In the days when two steps were out of the question…
Tessa Sheppard
16/01/2014
I hate running in the heat too!
Kandace Mavrick
16/01/2014
I fear the sun. I mean, sure it’s good for the planet and all that but me + exercising + heat = disaster.
Minkie
16/01/2014
I run. It’s a thing I do. Occasionally. The plan has always been once every eight days. And generally, if things aren’t too stressful I actually get about half that. But I have been fairly busy in the last couple of months so it has slipped a little. The longer it slips the harder it gets and in the last three months I have only run once – and that was a short one.
Bad Minkie – I hold up the Lady K as a good example – which is one of those sentences that you don;t normally expect to here.
Kandace Mavrick
16/01/2014
Hey! I could be a good example for loads of things! Like… wearing pyjamas. Or waffles. (Not wearing waffles, I’ve never done that. But, you know, waffles, generally.) Or crime! I’m great at crime.
Minkie
16/01/2014
Here. Here ! – Apparently I’m more tired than I thought I was.