Posted on 01/22/2019 6:10:53 AM PST by Tolerance Sucks Rocks
I‘ve always been a slow runner, you’ve probably heard me say that before. I’ve been slow at my skinniest, I’ve been slow at my fittest. In fact I don’t think I’ll ever get to a sub 10 minute mile unless I quit my job, divorce my husband and never see my friends again. I’d have to put in some serious woman power and fortunately I have a life to live and other goals I want to achieve. But do you know what, that’s ok. It’s ok to not hit a sub 10 minute mile and still call yourself a runner.
I think that quick runners have something about them that makes it easier for them. Now, now, stop your eye rolling and hear me out before you say I’m making excuses. My thinking is, it’s the same way that some people can sing, and some are tone deaf, some people can dance and some have two left feet, some people can write and some can’t string a sentence together. I think we can all run, it’s in our DNA to do it, but some of us can run quicker than others more easily. I mean, I’m not the only one to be thinking along these lines, there have been countless scientific studies on people’s athletic ability and whether you’re born with it and it’s natural selection or it’s just all down to hard work. So in that respect us slow runners deserve some respect.
Slow runners who put in the miles. Who put in the training and still sit at 12 minute miles yet stick it out, have grit.
Slow runners who run races with all their heart and cheer on others (even those who lap them) and come back of the pack, show determination.
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I was horrible at long distance, even then I was well below a 10 minute mile.
Of course, I can’t sing and have two left feet so she may be right that we are wired certain ways and can only do so much with what we are given.
That said, my ballet studio owning friend has said that dance is a matter of will power; and even with my genes in them our daughters are good ballerinas. One son is a skilled musician and singer. Only our oldest has followed in our athletic footsteps.
I was built to eat lasagna and shoot things.
I am great at what I do.
It’s 6 1/2 miles from my house to my workplace.
I take 40-45 minutes in either direction.
On a bike.
Terrain makes a HUGE difference.
Ever notice how “Jock” and Jerk” are nearly identical?
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