I’ve never been a runner. I can run and even sprint short distance of course, but it’s not a pretty sight and I rarely achieve anything beyond panting and cramps.
Lately I’ve been trying to change that. Together with a few friends from work, I’m trying to lose weight and get into better shape as part of a friendly “biggest loser” competition. For the first few weeks I was able to lose a pound or two a week by simply cutting down on beer and fried food, and working out a few times a week on an elliptical trainer.
However, my body and my boredom quickly adapted and so I went looking for something else. That’s when it hit me. Like a mighty homage to Forrest Gump I suddenly felt the urge to run. My loving wife supported me as we bought a treadmill and for the last month I’ve been working out a few times a week using interval training to try to build stamina enough to run for more than a few minutes at a time.
I still end up a sweaty mess at the end, but I am actually getting better. I can now go for two minutes at a time running before dropping back to a fast walk to recover, and for the first time in my life I don’t completely hate it.