Anthropology teaches us that each group or sub-culture on this planet has its unique customs, greetings, languages and even style of dress. Now that I have joined the wacky ranks of the running community I am finding this to be very true.
My first exposure to the language of runners was a term Carol, my running coach casually called “interval”. My naïve response was , “What the heck is an interval”?
You know that sadistic look people get in their eye when they know something you don’t and that knowledge usually has something to do with you curled up in the fetal position? Well, that is the look I got from Carol. That look was answer enough to making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and make me start to question my desire to become a runner.
Interval training, as she explained it, is bursts of intense exercise followed by periods of moderate rest. Translation: Run till you feel like you’re going to yack, and then walk it off.
So this was day 1 running. As I mentioned in my last blog, I will be running a 5k in December and then hopefully a 10k in January or February. As this is my first day and running is not something I have ever done before, I’m trying to figure out what would be a good time for a first 5k.
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