How do you keep fit on the road?
I am the worlds worst runner, so even though I’ve been at it for about three months, I’ve only just started week eight on the program. I’ve had to repeat three weeks because it’s just to dang hard to move on to the next one.
Still, I’m making progress. I’m at the point in the program where I should be running (jogging very slowly for me) for twenty eight minutes straight. I still can’t quite do it, but I don’t slow down to a walk until about minute 23, and then only for about sixty seconds before I pick up the jog again. Then I continue jogging for a minute or so after the nice woman on the app tells me to slow down for my cool off walk.
I’m still getting in the 28 minutes, but not quite all in a row. Maybe Sunday’s run will give me my breakthrough?
By the end of the program I should be able to jog for 30 minutes straight, with a five minute warm up walk, and a five minute cool down walk. I’m not worried that I won’t be able to do it, I’ve obviously been doing better little by little and I’ll get there. The problem for me is that I can’t imagine that I’ll get to the point where it doesn’t absolutely wipe me out.
When does it get easier? When does it start to feel good? When does it get fun? Because that shit is torture right now.
But there are two things that keep me doing it (besides the fact that I love to eat, a lot, and want to keep doing it and still fit into my pants). The first is that I feel fantastic for the rest of the day after a run.
The second is the scenery. So far I’ve gone running in Rio das Ostras (Brazil), Houston (Texas, USA), Dunfirmline (Scotland), Newcastle (England) and now in Pooley Bridge (England). I can take running anywhere. I can discover new paths, see new countryside, find new neighborhoods and lose myself in new scenery anywhere I go.
These photos are from a run in the Lake District of England. I explored some back roads, met a few sheep, saw a rabbit and a pheasant, ran alongside a wall that is probably older than my own country, found a stables where we could have hired horses for a ride (ran out of time for that one), and loved every minute of my slog through the fog.
I still felt like I was dying. I was shuffling and panting like a geriatric dog, soaked with sweat, but I also enjoyed being out there.
I did it, and I felt great afterwards just like I always do.
We travel in so many ways. We drive, we fly, we take the metro and the train, we ride a bike now and then, but until we put our feet on the path we don’t really slow down to see it all.
Jogging and hiking do that for me. I feel like I really see a place when I let my feet take me through it.
It’s nice to slow down and take time to really look at a place, so I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m a terrible runner. I am most definitely slow enough to really look around.
Do you work out when you travel? How do you manage it?
(Sorry about the not-so-lovely iphone photos)