A question asked many times...and latterly by our young friend, he who is famed in song and story , sallenson
Does it get easier....? Maybe.. perhaps...not always... sometimes... if we are lucky?
There is no definitive answer... but..what is true is that, if you follow the programme... if you take each run steadily and slowly at your own pace... you do get stronger and stronger.
As you learn to run, you listen to your body... you learn to recognise the signals your body is giving you...you heed the messages and the warnings...and you revel in the relaxed moments when your body simply finds its own happy pace...
I posted a day or so ago... about speed or rather, the need for the lack of it
Of the need to take care and to ensure a safe and injury free running path to Week 9.. and thus, achieve the relaxed style of running which will take you on to Graduation and beyond.
Today.. I intended to do a long, 12K run, sallenson was coming with me... ( he did not know that ). I went out early..but not early enough. The weather was hot by 7.30 a.m. and very humid. I completed the first few kilometres very coolly and comfortably , in the shade of some huge trees, in the shadowy, dappled depths of the lanes around Cricceth and Llanystumdwy. A few more Ks under my belt and I was out into the sunshine , where already, the air, thickened by heavy blossom was slowing me down a tad. So... I listened to that voice which does not use words...
I pull back gently, relax.... move lightly, land lightly and slowly until , by 6K... my legs are simply carrying me along, without me even thinking about them...They know what they are doing..they are strong. I breathe gently... I relax my hands and my shoulders... I feel the warmth on my back as I turn towards the coastal path and the sea. I am strong, and I am getting stronger with each and every run, short or long.
Down to the sea and the fresher air, but still the humidity and the heat... along the coastal path at a steady and an even pace... the ping of my Garmin marking off the distance...hedgerows heavy and the dusty path... the sea, like the proverbial millpond stretching seamlessly into the blue. My pace will not win any races, my pace is not fast, but it is my pace...my happy, easy pace
Turning and heading homeward... I know I have just over two more kilometres to do.... but I also know , it is getting even hotter... at the moment I am comfortable, I feel like I could run and run... and I know, also, it is for me, time to stop. The Esplanade stretches before me.. the last lap before the hill home. I do stop... my intended run is not complete... I am 2 K short... am I unhappy ... ? No.
This was a good run, a happy run.... and there will be more.
So, maybe there is an answer to, will it get easier? Yes, if we just follow our plans, but listen also, to our body and maybe, just let it happen ?
PS
Sallenson is, already, doing wonderfully