I slip on my Nike Free Run+. It’s my best pair of running shoes to date. And I’m speaking from my history of a knee injury that I had gotten while running around the university campus back then, before getting active on the skipping rope.
Bad routine. I had to stay away from exercise for a full year and could only resort to swimming, with one leg, like a dog in water. No joke. This pair of shoes did me good in allowing my feet to have some flexibility to maneveur, while at the same time, mimic barefoot running.
I reach the gym with a beam. I have woken up with full of energy and am looking to have a good run to start the beautiful day. The weather’s perfect. My mp3 player have been loaded with my current favourite upbeat tracks.
I have a minimum running routine. I adore interval trainings since it takes away the boredom from consistent running. After some basic stretching, I start the treadmill machine.
3 minutes of warming up at 7.5km/h.
3 minutes of jog at 10km/h.
1 minute of sprint at 12.2km/h.
3 minutes of jog at 10km/h.
1 minute of sprint at 12.4km/h.
3 minutes of jog at 10km/h.
1 minute of sprint at 12.5km/h.
3 minutes of jog at 10km/h.
2 minute of sprint at 13.0km/h.
And finally, I cool down at 4.4km/h for 2 minutes, and then 3.7km/h for another minute. Stretched myself proper again, before I head for the weights.
On days where I am bursting with energy (I usually blame the excess caffeine), I work with another few intervals to reach my 5km goal. I hesitate to go beyond that in case I overworked my knees again. Or, I’ll spend my energy on going faster. But once in a while, I yearn for that long-distance running outside of gym, appreciating the natural breeze that graze my face and loving the muscle pain that usually hits me for the next few days.
Hunger begins to disrupt my motivation to work out longer at the weights. It’s been 30 minutes. I begin to hallucinate about Delifrance, Mcdonalds, Bubble tea, etc, depending on my cravings for the day. Ah yes, there’s the lure of a hot shower right after a run. That’s the best remedy for aching body and a tired soul. As the water hits mercilessly on my body, I begin making plans about my next visit to the gym.
Running IS highly addictive.
Run baby, Run.
It’s amazing how you make running sound so…sexy!!
Running is addictive, and it’s an excellent self defense skill.
I used to run five miles a day at work during lunch break. Now my Achilles tendon bothers me when I run, so I swim. Swimming is deadly boring except for the women in bathing suits.
meniscus, patella, acl, pcl or mcl?
Indeed, running itself is addictive.
But if you mix swimming into your execise regime, trust me, it’s orgasmic.