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…)


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