I think my biggest problem when it comes to running is that in my head I run like this:
When, in reality, I run like this:
My main problem is when I run on the treadmill (hey, not everyone lives in runner-friendly neighborhoods!). I get all overambitious and set it high, then poop out after .24 miles and wonder where it all went wrong.
Next thing you know, it’s been three miles and I’ve either slowed down to a reasonable pace, or I’m stubbornly going along with that original speed and trying to ignore the weird cramps in my feet/ankle area. (Hint: It’s usually the last one.)
lying to telling myself that it just takes me three miles to warm up. Which is sort of true, but I think my lower half just goes numb so it doesn’t notice that it’s in pain. Which, hey, that’s cool with me.
I get annoyed sometimes when people are all “Yay, I went for a 8 mile run today and I was flying and the birds were singing! Look upon my inhuman splits!” Yeah, sure, that happens sometimes, but not everyday. If it did, we’d be like this:
Yes, that’s a drawing a Belle out for a jaunty run. Note her minimalist shoes.
Would you trip a Disney Princess (Cinderella, Belle, Snow White, etc) if they were running a race with you?