I went for a run yesterday. I have just started to adjust to this whole “running” thing. After all this time, I think I finally found my running niche. Inhale for two steps; exhale for two steps. By maintaining this routine, I found myself able to get lost in the run. I concentrated on every little thing my muscles were doing. My legs were churning, my stomach tightened, and my brain was numb.
For me, running is about pushing yourself beyond the burn. Pain really is weakness leaving the body. If it hurts I know I’m doing it right. I’ve learned little tips and tricks to help my run through all of the people I have worked with. I know that I can run longer if I relax my upper body, especially if I let my hands loose instead of tightly fisted (I call it the Raptor Technique). I know that I won’t get sore the next day if I’m light on my feet. I tend to walk like a 14-ton elephant, but running that way is not very efficient or helpful. I know that I’m not pushing myself hard enough if I can talk while running. I know that breaking my run down to a walk only makes things harder, and I should always maintain at least a jog to avoid unnecessary pain or pressure.
The run has been one of the harder things to get myself trained in. I’m absolutely not a runner, but I know it’s something I need to do for OCS. And I know I’ll be doing more running than anything. I’m glad, then, that I have finally found solace in it. Completing any run gives me a sense of accomplishment that is incomparable to anything else. It’s liberating.
Instead of being the burden of my OCS experience, running is quickly becoming one of the things I look forward to most. I’m running 3 days a week now, but I can’t wait to be doing it every day with a group of people who will become my family.