I have become a schizophrenic. I run when the voice in my head tells me to run; I stop when it tells me to walk.
“Start running now.”
The voice is a mechanical female–who sounds suspiciously like the GPS app with which I get into regular battles–the narrator from the RunDouble app (yes, it’s probably the same voice). I kick into a higher pace, and look down the track, trying to spot the bench I estimate I will pass, marking the of this interval.
I’m usually wrong; the estimate is short by several feet.
Between tracks on the album selected for my run, I hear the crunch of gravelly footfalls behind me. I keep looking over my shoulder, trying to figure out who’s following me, and whether I need to shift over to let a more experienced–i.e., faster–runner zip past me.
There’s no one behind me. I’m hearing my own footfalls. That’s kind of weird.
“Slow to a brisk walk.”
She rattles off some numbers: distance of the last interval, average speed of the last interval, total distance, others. I never quite catch the running results, and always have a clear picture of how fast I’m walking.
On the last two intervals, I start counting. I’m trying to count the seconds as they pass, as I have three minutes to go on the last interval. Again, I’m way wrong, and wind up counting to 225 for what should be a 180-second interval. But it provides a welcome distraction. My legs are still burning, but I feel it less. My breathing is a bit more regular, every few counts.
I may need to refine it a bit, but it seems to be worth working on. It’s less about learning how to run (although my technique may not be perfect) and more about learning how to survive a run.
Week three is complete.
Shin Status: Relaxed.
Shirt of the Day: “It Came Out of Nowhere,” featuring the Back to the Future Delorean crashing into the TARDIS.
Because I missed posting about Wednesday’s run, which was followed up by a leaky ice pack.
Shin Status: Soaked.
Shirt of the Day: Nom. Features the Android robot eating the Apple logo.
(first line with apologies to anyone who is actually schizophrenic; it sounded creative in my head…)