I've started running again. And it's not pretty. By the time I finish, it looks as though I've stood in the rain and wet my pants at the same time. I'm breathing like I did when I was in labor and I have to cling to the nearest tree, bench or treadmill to keep from falling over in exhaustion.
When I was in D.C., one morning I got on the hotel treadmill and decided to try a slow jog. Mentally distracted as I practiced my speech, I was shocked when I looked down and saw that five minutes ---- five whole minutes --- had gone by. Now, for you seasoned runners you are probably cracking up, but let me tell you that for me it was like winning a marathon. Up until that point I had only been able to jog about a minute and a half before almost throwing up.
When I returned home, I decided to slowly add a little more time to my routine. I would walk a long time, then jog a minute and 45 seconds; walk, walk, walk, jog a minute and 50 seconds... By the time I had worked up to jogging one mile it took me almost 22 minutes.
Yesterday I had a conversation with a friend (a woman who is in her 60s) and I told her that I had started running. Actually I need to clarify something here. It's not really running when you think of running --- like most of you do. It's a slow --- s...l...o...w jog. Most people are walking faster than me when they pass me on the track. Anyway my friend, who is in excellent shape runs five times a week and she shared that she can run a mile in about eleven minutes. I was stunned.
Mr. Man ran cross country when he young and nimble and I asked him what was his best mile. He said, "I don't remember exactly but, I think it was four and some change." I was shocked. Yesterday, I completed a mile in 16:22 minutes and I thought I was really doing something.
So here's my question: Should I focus on building up my distance (I can now jog 2.5 miles slowly... very slowly) or should I concentrate on time?