Know your natural habitat
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
When we were at school my sister and I could never do homework in the same room. I need as close to complete silence as it’s possible to get, so I can focus my whole mind on the task. My sister needs her favourite TV programme running, her ipod on and her phone at hand to text and call her friends every five minutes.
If I had those distractions I would never have passed because I can’t think in all the noise, but my sister would have failed if she had to work without them. We both had our own ‘natural habitat’ in which we could work effectively.
Just yesterday I learned my natural habitat for exercise: anywhere but the gym.
I went (even though it was gloriously sunny outside) because I needed to do my slow-paced run and I am still incapable of pacing myself without using the treadmill.
But when I got there all the treadmills were already occupied, so I jumped on the elliptical until one of them became free. I was on that machine for 15 minutes and I never once pushed past 150 rpm. I was breathing a little harder than usual, but basically it was the equivalent of a nice stroll round the park.
Finally a treadmill space appeared and I jumped on it. Possibly a bad idea after the elliptical because having to lift and move my legs by myself suddenly seemed ten times harder. My lungs started to burn and I made the mistake of looking down at the timer. I’d only been running 2.5 minutes. Ugh. UUUGHHH! I managed to keep going for another 2.5, but then I made the mistake of taking a ‘walking break’.
Of course it turned into my cool down and I went home five minutes later feeling like the laziest gym-goer ever.
It’s not that I can’t do it – every Thursday I run for at least 5K with no breaks. There’s just something about that gym that stops me getting into the right state of mind for a serious exercise session.