Every time I buy a new pair of running shoes (I’m not a runner), I begin to think that maybe I could start running–very, very slowly–on a treadmill at the gym.
I’m not a runner. I decide, though, that maybe a little jog would be a good thing to help me shed some pounds and relieve the boredom of the elliptical machine.
So I jog (not run) for 5 minutes on the treadmill, and then I walk for 5 minutes. Then run another 5. I read I’m supposed to build up slowly.
That was easy, I think. But that night and this morning, I suffer the pains of sore muscles everywhere.
I begin to consider that running might actually be doing something to me–a good something–as evidenced by the sheer pain of it.
Could it be true that muscle soreness offers the evidence that something good is happening? Something strong is forming within me (something I don’t get from the elliptical machine).
It’s something so strong that I might just take off down this road into that unknown future.
When I’m sore in my heart and mind–just like in my muscles–that’s evidence that something good is happening. Runners view pain differently from the rest of us. They welcome it in a sort of crazy, intense, and joyful way.
They know it’s evidence.
Are you a runner? Any advice?