I just ordered Zen and the Art of Running: The Path to Making Peace with Your Pace by Larry Shapiro. As one of my latest dabblings, I've taken up running. I have always hated hated hated running. But on the flip-side it's always really annoyed me that I don't enjoy it (enter my competitive spirit). I am jealous of those runners I see Saturday mornings and jealous of my Facebook runner friends who spend their weekends joyfully running marathons. I just don't get it.
So I hired a personal running coach. His website promises to make me enjoy running and even though I work in sales...I am a sucker for a good website and smart sales pitch.
I met Mr. NZ at 6:30am 2 Wednesdays ago. He is a Kiwi (from the land of the Hobbit aka New Zealand - hence the name i've given him Mr. NZ), so immediately I think he's awesome. Now imaging running and wanting to stop..for me it's usually 2 minutes in. But he and his charming accent keeps telling me that I'm doing great and just a little bit farther. And I believe him and run 1 mile. Woot woot.
In typical Leah fashion, I spent the next couple weeks reading running books, researching running techniques and the barefoot running theory and checking out fancy running shoes. Oh and running...and then I sprained my ankle.
I was running, I was falling, I was crying and then it started to pour. Awesome.
So .. now all i can do is tip tap type about running until I heal. I'm curious to see if Mr. NZ can really motivate me to enjoy running. Mind over matter. Mind over matter.
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