Tags: dogs, running, working out
With spring comes the desire to lose your winter weight. What also comes with spring is the desire to be outside. So what do you do when it’s nice out and you want to work out? You go for a run, or go biking, swimming, or some other outdoor activity. I’ve picked running for now.
As I’ve mentioned in the past, I’ve been running on and off for the past year. Before that I hated it, but I’m growing more comfortable with it. But that’s of course not the only exercise I get. I do a lot of walking and climbing stairs. I have no choice in those activities. I live in a 3rd floor walk up at the top of a hill and I commute via train and subway. I also have a dog I walk twice a day.
There are only so many hours a day and getting to the gym just seems like such a waste of precious time. I save time by going running when it’s nice out. How else can I save time?
How about combining walking the dog with my running? But how would I do that? How do I teach a five year old dog how to run with me?
It just kind of happened naturally. I came home one day and said, “let’s try this.” So we’ve been doing this for a few weeks 3 or 4 times a week (minus this crazy rainy week), and it’s working out really nice. I don’t feel the need to listen to music when I have good company, and for the most part, he stays right at my speed (give or take a bird or squirrel sighting). When he does speed up or slow down, I’ve found enjoyment in the challenges of going faster and appreciated the moments I can catch my breathe while he sniffs out the grass.
Old dog, new tricks. Only I’d say that I’m the old dog in this scenario. It wasn’t that long ago that I wasn’t a runner and had never owned a dog before. If you asked me in high school if I would ever be caught running with a dog, I’d probably give you a smart ass laugh, possibly a joke, and say, yea probably no.
Because learning new things is uncomfortable for everyone: man and dog. But there is some beauty in finding comfort in the unfamiliar. That, I believe is the key to endless possibilities.
Tags: fitness, marathon, running, sports, working out
You see, my father was a marathon runner. He ran ten marathons in his career, including a comeback race three years after suffering a heart attack. The marathon brought the whole family together on the streets of New York where we’d wait in rain and cold to catch a glimpse of my father halfway through the race. We were all in awe of him and so proud.
When we met him at the finish line, there was always this sense of peace, mixed in with exhaustion, that took over. He was accomplished, every time, even if it took six hours. He stood there, huddled in his traditional wrap with his medal around his neck. He even gave me a few of his medals.
My father always told me that the marathon was a triumph of the spirit, and I was always in awe of those who could complete such an arduous task.
I told him when I was 18 I would run the marathon. I am now 27 and I have not come anywhere close to doing so. I have not yet developed a dedication for running. I actually did start running at the same time as I started this blog, but it only lasted for 3 months before famous excuses like business trips and summer heat got in the way. I have yet to pick up and try again.
I wonder if I ever will run the marathon. My father was in his 40s when he ran it. Maybe it’s a goal I’ll reach at a later time in my life. If I ever do, I know my father will be my inspiration.
Congrats to all the runners from Sunday’s race! You are truly an inspiration to us all.