March marks my one year anniversary with RWFL. I’ve learned a lot about walking, running and myself in the last year:
- I’ve learned that there is far more to it than putting one foot in front of another and technique is everything.
- Attitude is everything too.
- As are shoes.
- And socks. Particularly the Falke brand.
- Muscle stiffness is part of life if you’re out and moving regularly. Joint pain shouldn’t be though.
- That it’s always hard for the first kilometre or two, but it gets better.
- That I’m less of a quitter than I thought I was.
- That it doesn’t rain very often on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I know this because I sometimes gaze longingly out the windows at the sky, looking for a dark cloud which may mean the session is cancelled.
- That when I set goals, I become concerned about those dark clouds impeding my process.
- That most of the time, I just need to get my ass to a session. Once I am there, it’s all good.
- Fellow “athletes” are generally an amazingly supportive bunch.
- Just how far 1000 metres actually is. It’s further than I always think.
- I can truly appreciate watching the professional sportsmen and women, now that I have an understanding of pace.
- Neon is now a big part of my usually neutral wardrobe.
- Peer pressure is a good thing.
There are some things I regularly need to remind myself of, too. I often remind myself of these facts mid-run.
- The only person I am competing against is myself.
- I need to be my own cheerleader. Go Hil, Go!
- The joy comes at the end of the session or race outweighs the physical discomfort of exerting myself.
- This calorie burning thing is good for me.
- If I push myself, I often surprise myself.
I still wonder:
- Will I get stronger?
- Does anyone else find it as hard as I do?
- Will I ever look good in sports gear?
- Will my body ever not ache after a session?
Can you think of anything I should add to this list?