What This Blog Runs On
My vision for this blog stems from watching people run. Not professional runners, just regular, “doing it for the exercise” runners. I can not stand to see them stumble and loup about any longer without cringing and feeling pain in my own knees, feet, and hips. So I am starting this blog as a self defensive outlet.
Let me be clear, I am not making fun or denigrating those determined souls who lace up and pound pavement in the heat, cold, wind, and rain. I always give a mental shout out and silent praise when ever I drive by one of these lone striders. Their determination is laudable, their form, how they are running, is not.
There is a WAY to run? Yes there is a way. Exactly how a person runs will change based on the build of the person but there are mechanical principles to follow if you want to run faster, further, and injury free.
I did not appreciate other people did not see what I saw until saying it out loud.
” Oh no, not again!” I began. My mother, who I was driving, said “What is it?”
“Another person trying to run. Look at the way they land, their stride is too long, my shins hurt just watching.”
“What do you mean?” she said “They look fine to me.”
She did not see it while I could not stand to watch.
A little background on myself. The first time I ran in a race with my peers was in 2001, I was in fourth grade in gym class. It was a one mile run for the whole class. We were told as long as you beat a very slow time for ten year old kids, I think it was 12:00 minutes, we would get a good mark for the day. Most of the kids took a leisurely pace, jogged or walked even. I took off and I surprised myself, I came in second in my class and it took me 6:40.
The next year I was excited to do it again. Just by being a year older I improved a whole thirty seconds. The year after I do not remember how long I took, only that I was first in my whole school. It sounds like a bigger achievement then it was, that year it was optional to run the mile.
I began running regularly in sixth grade when I chose between soccer tryouts and cross country sign ups. Cross country started the day before soccer so that made up my mind.
From sixth grade to twelfth I ran five to seven days of the week. I did cross country and track, I was that weird kid who had to run everywhere.
I only really began to examine how I ran when I got a real coach in high school. Well, that and I had to go from running a mile or two a day, to four and up to eight a day. My weaknesses showed themselves. My stride was too long, I carried my arms, I landed on my heels, I could not pace myself, and I felt every ache, pain, and full blown injury that resulted. That bonce in my step which I had when I began to run had gone away.
It took years to tweak and weed out any inefficiency in the way I ran. Then after high school I found out about barefoot running (which I will blog my love to later) and I challenged and supercharged my running again.
I know a lot about running. I have taken so many steps, the movement is smooth and effortless.
I want to pass this skill on to you, without you having to do all of the experimentation. I want to dispel the cries of disgust and complaint when the topic of running comes up.
I want everyone to be able to run and run happily. I am going to show you how to run faster, further, minimize your chance of injury, and smile when you lace up your shoes.
Through this blog, I will compile solutions to the challenges of running, review interesting running products, and build a community of runners to support one another.
This is the place for new runners, old tired runners, the injured runners, and the slow runners.
My final and most private purpose for this blog- well, I am going to be working on it just the same as you. This crazy guy who had to get in his run everyday, who ran everywhere he could… he had to get a 9-5 job. Or a 4am-1pm job really. I had to stop running after I got a early morning job. It was too hard to get home after getting up at 2:30 in the morning and run in the heat of the day, so running just slipped out of the things I could get done in a day. That job has been gone for years but running never got put back where it had been. Now I have not run regularly in six years.
So this is going to be my journey as much as yours. I hope to see you out there.