Run like you're being chased

Last updated 05:00 02/02/2014

DON'T LOOK BACK: If pretending you're being chased works, why not go for gold.

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From couch potato to running bean

I'm learning to run Overtaking everyone on the couch From binge drinker to Ironwoman Pushing my body forward The reluctant runner After a decade off, I just do it Finding my stride and myself Addicted to running Running's the best 'drug' on the market Run like you're being chased

My first stumble into running was as an overweight 24-year-old. After years of eating entire tubs of Movenpick icecream, age and a meandering metabolism had caught up with me and my arse had crept around the edges of my office chair. Something needed to move - and that something was me.

I needed to expend more energy than I took in. I needed to lose weight. Groundbreaking really.

While I would like to say that I had an epiphany and running was just natural for me, I didn't and it wasn't. It down right hurt.

I started with running around the block. That was exhausting enough.

I took a break from running for a couple of years and buried myself in the gym. I would occasionally dip my toes with a jaunt around the streets - but I wasn't really into it.

Then it just crept up on me again. At 26, having lost a lot of the weight that was keeping me static, I tried running again and enjoyed it.

This is probably for various reasons - one being I didn't hurt my knees with the very thought of running any more (I was a lot lighter), and my legs were strong enough after a couple of years worth of squats and lunges that my muscles actually did something.

Oh, that and I am incredibly nosey and really love pounding the pavement peering into other people's windows. I will be honest - that was the main draw-card.

Running for me is a form of exercise that I can always fall back on. It is always there for me. I always have a good pair of runners in my wardrobe for when the moment strikes.

I did learn my lesson the hard way that good shoes maketh the runner. I have suffered through shin splints courtesy of an overzealous desire to run barefoot (albeit in Nike Frees).

Above all running is freedom. It frees my mind when I am stressed. It takes me away from situations when I need a break. It clears my head, settles my nerves and above all, it centers me.

Some people have yoga, some have religion, meditation, or some time consuming hobby. I have running. A slow often laborious jog that while unglamorous to watch, allows me complete and utter selfish 'me time' for an hour or so.

I have a good friend that says, "running is only for when you are being chased". Yeah, I can see that. But there is nothing better than coming back into work at lunchtime and saying "I just cracked a 60 minute 10km run".

As for motivation? Well if pretending you're being chased works for you - I suggest you go for gold.

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