It occurred to me today in the middle of my second mile that I am really a long distance runner. I suck at the first mile, get my stride in the second and feel more relaxed and energized the further I go. I love it when I hit the point where I feel I can run forever (which is often shortly followed by the "oh god, am I done yet?!" feeling). And yet, if you saw me walking down the street, long distance runner would be the last thing you would think. I am short, vertically challenged, mini, whatever you want to call it. I have come to terms with it. There is always a chair to climb on for the high shelves. Where most distance runners are long and rangy--like my brother--I am compact and tend to build muscle easily. In fact, I look a lot like a sprinter. I tried that in track before my coach suggested longer distances. I didn't completely suck at the 200, but my 100 was laughable. Hurdles were not my thing either (that would have made a good blooper reel). But the longer the race, the better I did. 2 miles just doesn't seem long enough to me, however, is is hard to find the time for longer. I think that will be my goal for this fall. I finished my first race, and got the time I wanted. There is one goal down. Next I am going to throw out all worry about time and just run as far as I can as often as I can.
No comments:
Post a Comment