Here’s what it’s like:¹
I technically can’t cross number 3 off my list (Be able to run 3 miles in 30 minutes.
And eventually go for a run outside, in public.) because I haven’t accomplished the first part of it yet, but I have done the second part. Many, many times, actually. In fact, this was my third time going for a jog outside, in public. Yes, that’s what I consider “many, many times.” This past Friday, I was able to jog/walk what Google Maps tells me is a distance of 2.4 miles in 30 minutes. Yes, it’s not 3 miles, but there was running involved and it was in public. See?
Even though I still have yet to run 3 miles in 30 mins (I’m getting close, don’t worry!) I feel like this part of the goal (running outside, in public) deserves honorable mention, and shouldn’t just be an add-on to a larger goal.
After being accustomed to treadmill-running, I thought I’d be at least equally competent at going for a jog outside. After all, I can usually jog a mile (according to the treadmill) before I have to take a break. But I underestimated how difficult and, not to mention, different running outside is when incline and wind resistance are involved. The first time I tried jogging around campus, instead of a mile I could only run the length of a mere block before I had to stop and pretend to act normal in front of the cars driving by. Oh look at that, you caught me right at the end of my jog. I’m just really fast. Haha…
It’s a bit embarrassing. Especially around here where everyone and by everyone I mean EVERYBODY, works out. Jogging around campus is as normal as walking, and it’s the combination of the two that really singles you out— you either do one or the other, what do you mean you need to alternate?
To make you understand just what a momentous feat this is for me, I would like to conclude by directing your attention to a previous post— one of the first posts I’ve ever written on this blog— aptly titled “1. Start jogging” which expresses some of my feelings about jogging when I was 18 years old. In fact, I’m quite obsessed with this post because honestly, I read it now as a 21-year-old and it seems as if barely anything has changed. The sentiments are the same, it’s just the skill that’s different.
¹ Felt a bit inspired by Dick Lourie’s “What It’s Like Living in Ithaca New York”