At some point in my childhood, running became very un-fun.
One day, I was tearing around a playground in hot pursuit of my tag target, the next -- I was practically crying midway through the mile run in gym class. Can anyone relate?
Working out, in general, makes me anxious. (A lot of things do, but that's besides the point). As an adult, I realize that a level of physical fitness is necessary for, uh, a healthy life I guess? And people tell me that working out helps with stress. Which I have experienced. But truly, to achieve the stress-busting benefits, I have to get over my anxiety. It's messed up. I don't even think I need to say that working out in the morning is especially hard. I'm sure you can ready between the lines on that one.
Running is the most convenient form of exercise but the MOST anxiety producing for me. Here is what it looks like in my head when I go out for a run:
OK, here we go. Remember that it's all in your head, just keep breathing
OK, don't try and match your breathing to your steps
You're holding your breath, stop it
Stop holding your breath
You're going to get a sideache, try and breathe
OK, you have a sideache, just don't stop
Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop
Whoa, dog
OK, sideache is gone, but now your calves hurt
You're probably running wrong, try and strike with your toes
Who runs like this anyway?
Kid on a bike
Try to pace yourself so you don't end up walking
Try and just get this over with
What are we going to eat tonight? Foooooooooooooooood
When you see other people running on this street, start running again so they don't know how out of shape you are
Make sure you use the downhills to run, it's kind of like cruise control
When you drive on this road, it looks totally flat. It's totally NOT flat
Oh, good -- a song you really, really like. Run now
Your mouth is really dry, stop breathing in with your mouth
Dog
OK you can walk now
When I'm in decent shape, that dialogue is a little different, but not completely. When I'm out-of-shape, it's worse. And the worse a run is, the more anxious I am to do it the next time.
Tim, on the other hand, LOVES working out. He's a machine. He could lift all day, run all day -- loves to tell me when he reaches new goals. He's a HUGE cheerleader. If anything, through my runs I'm also thinking about making Tim proud. He's a great influence. I love him (obvi). He's also that guy, the one whose enthusiasm makes my anxiety that much more pronounced. When we run together, he stops when he gets too far ahead of me, sometimes to literally run circles around me. What did he figure out that I haven't yet?
Anyway, I digress.
Back in May, when we were hanging around with Tim's sister and her hubs, we had the brilliant idea to do the Denver half marathon together in October. It would be an excuse, really, for us to get together after they moved to Denver. Of COURSE I agreed -- I'm up for fun in Denver and I could always just back out, right?
So far -- wrong. I'm not backing out. Flights are all but booked.
But I think I decided along the way that I really want to try and prove myself wrong over this. I want to try and combat my anxiety. Basically, just "get over" my fear of running. This feels very 30-something to me.
I still have to do this my way. It's week three and I still haven't done every prescribed weekly Nike mobile app workout. But I HAVE done more working out per week than I have in the last, oh, 6 months. Gotta look at the positive.
I really want to finish strong. I want to finish the race feeling like I worked really hard for it.
But part of me wants to just be OK with finishing the race at all (even if I walk half of it, because that's all I ask other marathon runners right now -- "did you walk any of it?" Like I'm begging them to tell me that they did it by cheating a bit, which makes it OK if I don't train as hard. Grah.)
I'll keep you posted on all this, hopefully I have a happy ending for myself. DOUBLE bonus (and you can bet I've already thought about this) -- completing the half in mid-October means that I start my favorite all-you-can-eat holiday season near the top of my fitness game.
That's worth running for.
One day, I was tearing around a playground in hot pursuit of my tag target, the next -- I was practically crying midway through the mile run in gym class. Can anyone relate?
Working out, in general, makes me anxious. (A lot of things do, but that's besides the point). As an adult, I realize that a level of physical fitness is necessary for, uh, a healthy life I guess? And people tell me that working out helps with stress. Which I have experienced. But truly, to achieve the stress-busting benefits, I have to get over my anxiety. It's messed up. I don't even think I need to say that working out in the morning is especially hard. I'm sure you can ready between the lines on that one.
Running is the most convenient form of exercise but the MOST anxiety producing for me. Here is what it looks like in my head when I go out for a run:
OK, here we go. Remember that it's all in your head, just keep breathing
OK, don't try and match your breathing to your steps
You're holding your breath, stop it
Stop holding your breath
You're going to get a sideache, try and breathe
OK, you have a sideache, just don't stop
Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop
Whoa, dog
OK, sideache is gone, but now your calves hurt
You're probably running wrong, try and strike with your toes
Who runs like this anyway?
Kid on a bike
Try to pace yourself so you don't end up walking
Try and just get this over with
What are we going to eat tonight? Foooooooooooooooood
When you see other people running on this street, start running again so they don't know how out of shape you are
Make sure you use the downhills to run, it's kind of like cruise control
When you drive on this road, it looks totally flat. It's totally NOT flat
Oh, good -- a song you really, really like. Run now
Your mouth is really dry, stop breathing in with your mouth
Dog
OK you can walk now
When I'm in decent shape, that dialogue is a little different, but not completely. When I'm out-of-shape, it's worse. And the worse a run is, the more anxious I am to do it the next time.
Tim, on the other hand, LOVES working out. He's a machine. He could lift all day, run all day -- loves to tell me when he reaches new goals. He's a HUGE cheerleader. If anything, through my runs I'm also thinking about making Tim proud. He's a great influence. I love him (obvi). He's also that guy, the one whose enthusiasm makes my anxiety that much more pronounced. When we run together, he stops when he gets too far ahead of me, sometimes to literally run circles around me. What did he figure out that I haven't yet?
Anyway, I digress.
Back in May, when we were hanging around with Tim's sister and her hubs, we had the brilliant idea to do the Denver half marathon together in October. It would be an excuse, really, for us to get together after they moved to Denver. Of COURSE I agreed -- I'm up for fun in Denver and I could always just back out, right?
So far -- wrong. I'm not backing out. Flights are all but booked.
But I think I decided along the way that I really want to try and prove myself wrong over this. I want to try and combat my anxiety. Basically, just "get over" my fear of running. This feels very 30-something to me.
I still have to do this my way. It's week three and I still haven't done every prescribed weekly Nike mobile app workout. But I HAVE done more working out per week than I have in the last, oh, 6 months. Gotta look at the positive.
I really want to finish strong. I want to finish the race feeling like I worked really hard for it.
But part of me wants to just be OK with finishing the race at all (even if I walk half of it, because that's all I ask other marathon runners right now -- "did you walk any of it?" Like I'm begging them to tell me that they did it by cheating a bit, which makes it OK if I don't train as hard. Grah.)
I'll keep you posted on all this, hopefully I have a happy ending for myself. DOUBLE bonus (and you can bet I've already thought about this) -- completing the half in mid-October means that I start my favorite all-you-can-eat holiday season near the top of my fitness game.
That's worth running for.
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