A new contributor to Slow man running.

My good friend SH has recently started to read the blog.  I've asked her to contribute with a posting of her own.  Here is her first one.  I hope you enjoy.

-Slow man running-

Jeez! I can’t believe I’m actually going to portray myself as a runner.

Let me explain my predicament with a story…

An old lady once stopped me mid-run.

‘What are doing?’ she asked.

Old people are adorable, aren’t they?  

‘It’s not walking,’ she continued, ‘and it’s definitely doesn’t look like jogging. Is it a new fad? What is it called, dear?’ 

Sadly, it was my version of a leisurely jog. So, I ignored the old biddy and attempted to pick up my pace. A kilometre later, sporting a killer stitch, I once again reverted to a hobble.

Now, let’s set a few things straight from the get go…

If you are looking for serious training advice or inspiration, you best look elsewhere.

I am a fifty-year-old woman who’s determined to outrun dimply thighs, a paunch and grief. Most days, I fail. My hips and knees ache like the devil (and yet) I continue to pound the pavement.

Why is that, you may ask? Well, there is something liberating about running outdoors… the sunshine, wind, and rain helps put Life in perspective.

Really! Try it.

Whilst you focus on completing the last few kilometres (and ignoring the burning in your calves), your problems drop away (for a brief spell) and your mind gets a much-needed break.

Scoff all you want but there is no denying that jogging is cheaper than therapy and it gives you smoking legs!