Get out there and run and do it with gusto. The first time might be intimidating. The second time might feel slightly awkward. But before long you will see that your trepidation may have been unwarranted.
There may still be times when a change in running technique is appropriate. However, most people will find greater improvements through practicing the technique that their body naturally goes toward, thus reducing the variability of their steps.
Right now is gut-check time. Not many runners are out there on the roads and trails right now. If you see one, you know at least three things about them: 1. They're serious, 2. They're tough, 3. They're suffering stoically.
Resting is part of training. I've confirmed what I sort of already knew: I'm not built for running streaks. I'm built for hard workouts three to five days a week with lots of cross training, physical therapy and foam rolling. But I've also confirmed that I'm stubborn with myself.
Use it or lose it is powerfully correct. But in order to use it, it is important that all the mechanical imperatives are obeyed. Our longtime shared running goal is to run until we are 100 with or without our original hardware. Remember that the devil can't hit a moving target.
Unable to change, no matter what I tried, I wanted to evaporate, disappear, melt away. With each passing year, I punished myself for each sexual indulgence by trying to starve the gayness out of me, and maybe even slowly kill myself.
I won't win these races. I will finish behind thousands of other men and women. And that's okay. If I can finish an entire thin-crust pizza, I can finish a race. I am a chubby runner, and I get to keep running for as long as I hate doing it.
Running isn't exactly a team sport. You don't depend on anyone but yourself to make it to the end and win. It's a solo sport, what I call reflective, because while running you're releasing your stress reducing chemicals and processing your day and what's bothering you.
So I made a pact with myself: to live in this winter, not just through it. To play more and complain less. And to appreciate each white winter day for how peacefully alive it can make you feel if you get outside long enough to really feel it.
Was it my best run? No, not even close, but I was not frustrated, upset or disappointed. I knew that on that day I had given it my all. That given the circumstances and the interruptions in training, I'd left everything out there on the road.
Though I feel pain and loss, I have to come to a point where I have to do something that will motivate me and perhaps shed some light on all this mess, that I know everyone at some time or another has to deal with.