I've finally come to recognize that I am breakable, and I am not superman. The only way I will get to accomplish everything that I want to accomplish in my running career is if I break away from the competitive, compulsive nature of being an endurance athlete.
As a track coach once said to me, "Just because they can run, it doesn't mean they know how to run. You wouldn't golf without lessons. You wouldn't play tennis without lessons. What makes you think you can run without lessons?" It couldn't have been better stated.
You'll remember from the previous post that "correct running form asks only that runners eliminate the variables, and reinforce the invariables." In running, while foot-to-ground contact is a given, does nature favor one manner of landing and loading over another? Let's find out.
In as many weeks, this five-part blog post series on "Running Form: Simplified" will carefully sift through the particulars of running so that -- like our most ancient forebears or our youngest children -- ultimately, we can just run.
I myself have benefitted from high levels of conditioning overriding fledgling skills, but I know with certainty that unless correct running form is learned, eventually the undue strains of sloppiness will overrun even the greatest muscular conditioning.
Anybody can run, and anybody can practice yoga. I think that is why these two activities hold so much appeal to me, and to so many people. They don't require expensive gear, they can be done anywhere, and they can be with us throughout our lives.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about how I had recently come to the conclusion that I was a runner. Ironically, about three days later while running the Yonkers Half-Marathon, I managed to hurt myself and irritate what turned out to be a chronic ligament tear.
This is an update on The Great Lung Run, my 3,500-mile run across the country to raise money and awareness for lung cancer. I am taking on this challenge in honor of a dear childhood friend, Jill Costello, who lost her battle with lung cancer at just 22.
Second was the long Thursday, made longer when Google Maps directed Bob and me down a road that ended at a creek with a very steep bank. Did I mention I was already about 34 miles in for the day and was only about two miles from the hotel if not for that darn creek?!