I have decided my body is a little kid. No, really. It makes sense. I have been running now for just under a year and my body is behaving like a 6 year old while my brain has to behave as the adult. I present the following comparative evidence:
Kid – Starts out as a baby when they are unable to do a whole lot. Crying occurs often, as the baby can’t quite figure out why they’re currently unhappy. Baby is frequently tired and take lots of naps.
My body – I started out with a modified couch to 5k plan; I was unable to do a whole lot more than jogging for 2-3 minutes. Complaining occurred often, as muscles that I didn’t know existed were suddenly painful. I was frequently tired and took lots of naps.
Kid – After the baby stage, comes the kid stage, where a kid tries new things like walking and talking. The kid is forced to stop playing all the time and do things that involve learning, like go to school.
My body – After the couch to 5k plan, I was ‘forced’ to stop doing fun easy runs all the time and do new things that involve learning to run faster, like hill sprints and speedwork.
Kid – Throws a tantrum, in the form of kicking and screaming, when forced to do something it doesn’t want to do, such as go to bed, eat their veggies, or put the candy back on the shelf at the grocery store.
My body – Throws a tantrum, in the form of spasms, injuries and nausea, when my brain tells my body it has to do something it doesn’t want to do, such as hill sprints or train for a marathon.
Kid – Does not want whatever you cooked for dinner. Instead wants pizza and ice cream
My body – Does not want anything in my house for dinner. Instead wants a big fresh salad, pizza and ice cream.
Kid – Does not want to go to school, especially after breaks like weekends or spring break. Fakes fever or illness so that it can sit on the couch eating popsicles and watching television all day.
My body – Does not want to go back to running hill sprints and speedwork, especially after breaks due to recovery or injury. Gets sore and achy so that it can sit on the couch eating popsicles and watching television all day.
Kid – Throws your keys in the toilet because it’s funny to see you panic.
My body – Throws random spasms and twinges in on muscles that previously had no problems whatsoever (and don’t after that day) because it’s funny to see me panic.
Kid – Wants every new toy they hear about – toy cars and trucks, computer games, video games, the ‘cool’ clothes – and wants it that second.
My body – Wants every new toy I hear about – Garmin watches, KT-Tape, ‘cool’ clothes – and wants it this second.
In conclusion: I think the 8 or so minutes of hard work I put into writing this blog has earned me a popsicle.