Movement.
One foot in front of the other. I always think of that as life. Life is one foot in front of the other.
I remember running the local hills every day as a 17-year-old kid. No idea what I was doing. Just running as hard as I could. I was training to join the military. Or so I thought.
Was I run fit when I joined? NO. Did the effort of hill running for nearly a year help me? Oh yes. This is where I found my love to run.
Do I run fast? No. I have never had a stereotypical ‘running’ physique.
Do I run slowly? Yes. Do I put one foot in front of the other? Yes.
Being over 50 now the recovery is hard. Do I still think I am 16/17 years old when I run? Oh yes.
Do I suffer the next day? OH YES!! Do I enjoy the suffering? OH NO.
Do I go back for more? OH YES.
Why do I go back for more?
Because I feel alive. This morning at 0005 hrs I went for a run.
I was alive. I saw not one other person. Lovely. I am not a fan of people.
I ran well. Slow in comparison to most runners but guess what? I do not care.
I run for me. Much like life. I do life for me. I am past caring what people think. I am not a fan of people.
So – Go for a walk. Go for a jog. Go for a run. Just simply find the time a few days a week to move. Put one foot in front of the other.
If you can’t walk, then FIND something you can do. Move something. Keep moving it.
Remember:
No one cares.
People are way tooooooo wrapped up in their own shit. They may comment, judge or even think about what you do for a few seconds. Guess what….They soon forget.
OR they look n the mirror when they get home and realise when they sit on the sofa that they are not moving AND you are.
Nice.
No one cares
#noonecares
Last night’s phys from trainingpeaks attached.
