It seems almost by accident I have taken up running. Ok, it was not accident but it has sunk up on me. And now I like it.
I will blame hiking. The last year has had the right combination of people to form the core of an informal hiking group. At some point in some of the adventures conversations turn to things done for fun. Running came up as one such activity. My go to was, well thats for other people and I moved on. It took a new hat and a big hill get me to push myself.
Despite having a solid collection of technical garments, I am not one to immediately suggest buying a new thing to start a new endeavour, but when you have my UV sensitivity and hair line somethings are needed, hats and sun block for a start. The hat in question is a quick drying ultra compact cadet cap, picked up to take up a mountain. Lindsay Lake loop, was our early go at a big hike, at 1km of vertical and about 15km round trip it was bigger and taller than anything done before. I was not going to do it in a sweltering black felt outback hat, a hat that blocks the view as much as it blocks the sun. The new cap proved to do what it needed tom stay on and keep the sun off the baldest bits. The staying on part proved important for the whole running thing.
It was during the climb at Lindsay Lake, and conversations about exercise that I pondered if I would continue to keep up if my regime remained the same. It likely did not matter, our hiking style is one of steady paces and a time budget for random breaks. But the idea set. Not long after that I gave it a go.
Run one was jarring. With no clue as to how fast I should go, I went too fast, and quickly dropped to a walk. The whole business of breathing while my thorax was rattling did not work out well. Of the 2km I covered that first time less than half of it was spent running. Future efforts were delayed as a massive muscle not in my back made me rethink the whole business. Half a week later I decided to give it a retry, I can be a little stubborn. This second try went better, it was still run walk, but the breathing thing got figured out. I built up to longer distances by learning how fast I could go without getting out of breath, and going a little slower than that.
To my coworkers, and perhaps to many others my 12km bike commute to work over New Westminster sounds like more than enough exercise. When I started it was, and in the past I would have found away to make it so. The truth is I have developed a set of riding habits focused on energy efficiency. My goal is to arrive at work, or home, relaxed and as cool as the weather allows, I don't want the energy spent riding to define my day. The side effect is I would have to ride rather far to get a more satisfying workout. Riding is not without other costs, too many mile, or too much power for too long and my knees complain. The wrists and elbows don't want to spend too much time in the saddle. A modestly paced 120km a week avoids the worst side effects but I still want more movement.
Work is one of the reasons I continue to run. My current contract is some of the better work I have had, despite the impractically low wage. Even as good gig it gets under my skin just a bit, especially the endless FM music stations. There are only so many times I can hear a dopy young man sing about how much he needs someone. Dude get your shit together. There is for me an on going demand to clear my head. Though I could go for more recreational bike rides, the demands of traffic always get in the way of the moment. On foot, I can afford to pay less attention. On foot I can look up and around, my mind can wonder or zone out. It feels good to relax and still be moving fast.
Its amazing what you can do when you learn your high school gym class is not watching you.