![]() |
| A still from the video. Be forewarned, there are short shorts |
And then sometimes I see speed walkers, men and women alike, and they are more or less walking belly dancers. At least, the ones I've seen...all that they sashaying. I don't know, maybe they know something I have yet to learn.
Like, maybe they stretch better than me. As a result of not placing my training at the top of my list, I've neglected my stretching some and have yet again, injured my gluteus medius. Blah. I have no one to blame but myself. Minor setback, though. I'm not going to let the glut win, you know, by being so fussy. I'll take it easy. Scale back my training for a few days. Stretch. And then see where that gets me. I've come to realize that not everything I want in life needs to happen right at this moment, no matter how impatient I get. The marathon goal I've set will indeed haunt me until it's done, but really the only reason I'm trying to do it now is to get it over with. Well, that's not the only reason, but a pretty big one. Mark my words, I will retire from race training if I can get a marathon under my belt. Parts of my body might be begging me to stop, but those parts just aren't strong enough, yet. Unfortunately, getting stronger the natural way takes so much longer than the steroid way. Not that I would use performance enhancing drugs. I don't want roid rage! But, because it takes so long, the impatience tends leaks into my conscious. I know that reward is that much sweeter when you know you've worked hard to earn it, but I loose site of that when things come easy to me. at least running is no picnic! Reality checks everyday! ...lift legs, move arms, stand straight, straight knee, breath steady...

No comments:
Post a Comment