I'm not a runner. In fact I've been known to say, like so many people, that I hate running! So I decided that I needed to have a life a bit more free of hate and maybe a little more full of health. The only way I know how to tackle a problem is to run towards it, not away from it. I live near the Mount, so I decided that I would run towards that!
I've been to a few City to Surfs over the years to support others doing it. So this year, I'm going to go and support myself doing it! About two months ago I put running shoes on, my headphones in (oh and clothes on too - the last thing anyone needs to see is a tall white man in his30s running naked down Marine Parade... unless it's New Year's Eve) and went for a run to see how far I could get.
Turns out I got 9.5km! There were a couple of walks near the end there, but I was stoked that after years of not running I got that far. I was expecting to give up by the end of the street! Dear lord was I sore for the next four days though.
So I went for a couple more runs over the next 10 days and things were progressing nicely.
Imagine a baby giraffe running. That's my 'running style'. It's been likened to an octopus falling out of a tree. So it's a miracle I make any progress really.