It is a gorgeous day out! I have been suffering from serious cabin fever. I also get tired of going to the gym and running on a treadmill like a gerbil. The music only gets me so far, I remember I am running and getting no where and it kinda drives me bat feces crazy. So today with the NY weather being a kind wench, I wandered to the park in Schoharie county. and decided to jog/walk around, over hill and dale. (what exactly is a dale... Slight delay in finishing post, had to look up Dale, apparently it means a broad valley, go figure, ADHD kicking in)
Anyways, I have been using the treadmill because my knees apparently have a pms moment when they rendevous with pavement. Last attempt invovled lots of ice and ibuprofen, along with my mother shaking her head at me during my visit when I was limping like a lame poodle.
I figured trail running might be more friendly for my knees, and have better scenery. I didn't even bring music with me. I also tried to focus hard on running form. I am by no means petite, less mustang or gazelle and more clyesdale, but I just read a book called Born to Run about the Tarahumara and human evolution and how we are made for running and how the big shoe companies are causing injuries trying to perfect the wheel. I have been doing some googling and reading up, and saw a video from pilatesrunning about running form after visiting a natural runner website.
So with the park to myself, since it was still a little cold, and flurrying teeny tiny white stuff, I shucked my shoes and tried out the level grass area, testing my stride. I learned two things -- one the mud squishing between your toes makes you feel like a kid and 2 -- my form is horrible.
I made a few adjustments to try not landing on my heel, not leaning forward and moving my arms while maintaining good posture. It felt good. Not only did my knees not hurt, but I felt like a kid again. I fought the urge to jump in puddles. I jogged around the park in grassy areas in nike socks, then came back, threw on my trail runners and hit some trails. I finished with a nice muddy squishy jaunt weaving in and out of trees to cool down. And when the park lady came through to say the park was closing at 4pm, she just laughed at me and smiled. Barefoot running? She asked, I nodded. Turned a shade of red normally only saved for my 24 hour shifts working on the ambulance with mouthy men (in their defense I grew up around the fire boys I could make a sailor blush) and wandered back to my car.
Now its back to adult stuff, child psychology paper. Making tilapia for dinner. But if you get the chance today head outside, provided you live in an area where spring has finally arrived.