I am interested in why we are here and why we run. Having graduated and enjoyed the structure of the C25K which is has been fantastic for building up my stamina, endurance and fitness, I have now finished a week of doing 5k in just over 30 minutes. I'm finding it a bit of struggle, and really not much fun.
I answered AliB's question earlier today about losing her running "mojo" with an answer that I myself haven't actually tried yet. In my answer, I described that I had been inspired by what I had read about the Tahahamura and why they run. They run because of the pure joy of it, not for medals, money, slimming, a toned bottom etc etc. I signed up for a 10k race in January because deep down inside I knew I needed to shift some weight (around 2 stones) and then it dawned on me how much training I would need to do in order to complete this race in any sort of decent time. I set myself a goal of an hour. So far, I am almost on track, doing 5k in just over 30 minutes.
However, mentally, I'm finding it a hard old slog, there is no fun involved. I am a slave to my own targets. I set mapmyrun to tell me every 0.5 km how far I've gone and in what time. Psycholgically it feels like such a drag...."when can I finish?" What kind of slave am I becoming to myself ? I was reminded in the book "Born to Run" about how our parents always told us to slow down because we were always going too fast, be it on foot or on a bike or swimming in the sea. As children we are, on the whole, acting by instinct. We have no concept of who is looking at us, judging us, or judging ourselves as we run around the playground burning off energy, barely able to contain ourselves with the joy of physical exertion.
If I have learnt anything about life so far, it's to trust in my gut instinct. I know now that for me, I cannot sustain my new interest in running if I treat it as a means to an end...another race, a smaller size in jeans. I want to recapture that feeling I know I had as a child who loved to run around, skip, swing as high as I could on the swings, get dizzy on the roundabout...and it never once felt like hard work or a chore....
Why do *you* run?