I don’t keep track of my time anymore. I have run since I was 8, and after the accidents, I can’t really run like I use to.
Nevertheless, my friends still ask me why I run if I don’t keep track of it. As I explained in my last blog about running, I do it for the health benefits.
During the summer, I was at a benefit for my towns Fire Department, and a friend said something to me about wanting to run. I told her that if she wanted she could join me.
A few weeks later, I was walking to my starting point, when someone came up behind me. I listen to music when I run, well because who wouldn’t. Anyway, it was the girl that mentioned something to me about wanting to run.
She asked if she could join me. I asked if she had everything she needed to run. She said yes.
I told her O.K., but we are going to start with a jog.
I asked her when the last time she ran a mile was. Grade school was the answer I got.
The first thing I told her, was we were going to have to build endurance. We were going to start with breathing and keeping the feet moving.
My first 3 tips: in through the nose, out through the mouth. It doesn’t matter how slow you go, just so long as you keep moving. Lean slightly forward.
She asked about coming off the toes or heals. I told her, it didn’t matter, whichever is comfortable. I am a toe runner, but thats from years of running.
We got maybe a quarter of a mile and she was panting pretty hard. I told her if she needed to, we could walk. We started walking, but we kept moving.
2 weeks later, and she was running 2 miles non-stop, while having a conversation with me. 2 months later, we entered our first 5K together. She made her goal. 6 months later and she is still able to keep up with me.
We now run 4 to 5 miles together.
When she feels like she can’t run, her husband tells her to go. It will make her feel better and put her in a better mood.
I remember the first time she didn’t want to go. She texted me and told me she was tired and didn’t feel like going. I told her running would make her feel better and make her sleep better. She agreed.
When I arrived at her house, she asked if I had talked with her husband. I said no, why? She told me he said the same thing I did. I told her maybe he notices the differences too.
That earned me a punch in the shoulder.
I was looking through the group I’m in on Facebook, Copywriter Cafe, and I realized something, I am not alone in my endeavors. There are over 500 members in the Cafe and we all have different levels of experience. It is a wonderful group to be in. We share tips, successes, failures, fears, and hopes. The other day, I posted in there that I was looking for an accountability partner. I had 4 PM’s and several comments on the thread. One even from the creator of the group, who lives a few hours away from me. I know that doesn’t seem like a lot of responses from a group of 500, but most already have partners.
I need some accountability to make sure that I am doing what I have put in my schedule for the day. I have a tendency to stray from the schedule. The one thing that I do daily are the rote exercises. I find them relaxing for some reason. When I first started the rote exercises, I hated them. They were so boring, and at first I didn’t understand them. Now a year later, I realize they are the building blocks of what will hopefully soon be a lucrative career.
The one thing the program and the Cafe are always saying is to write. If you have nothing to say write. Write, write, write. It seems an endless cycle. I write in my journal, I do the rote exercises, I rewrite ads, I rewrite articles. In the last year, I have gone through over 100 notebooks and about 20 pen refills. When I first started, I printed everything. Someone in the Cafe posted something on cursive, and now, I write everything. When I first started to write again, my penmanship was horrible. It reminded me of when I was first learning to write. The nuns would make me write and write and write. This went on until I was in the 6th grade. Now, my penmanship is immaculate.
I shouldn’t be surprised, out of a 16 hour day, 9 hours of that there’s a pen in my hands. My middle and little finger have the calluses that once adorned them when I was first learning to write. I use a pen instead of a pencil, because I want what I write to be permanent. I want to be able to remember every mistake so that I can learn from it. That is why I believe that everyone tells us to write. You have to make mistakes to learn from it. Everyone I know in the Cafe are writing books. Thank you, but I think I will pass on that for the time being.
I have noticed when I write, I tend to stray from subject to subject. Eventually, I am sure I will conquer this feat, but this blog is just about writing about writing. I plan on jumping from subject to subject here. Its free writing. I will not hinder my thoughts as I write. I will just let the words flow from my mind, to my fingers, to the page.
Happy writing everyone.