No Easy Feet

This post is about running, which is why I called it "No Easy Feet". Get it?? Get it?? Yeah, ok, it's lame. It is all I could come up with aside from "Fuck my shoes", which would possibly get me banned by Blogger and would certainly not have my post appear on the BlogHer ad strip. Instead, you get poor punning.

So yes, running. I totally fell off the wagon when in the States, running only once. That one time was sufficient for me; it was hot as hell and I'm pretty sure every trace of liquid present in my body pre-run was shed along that 5K trip. As I have mentioned before, I ate my prodigious ass, stomach, and upper thigh weight in naughty foods, and gosh darnit if you can't tell in my mid-torso corpulence.

I don't regret it, as my usual monk-like asceticism regarding food was finally relieved and goodness was all that sinfully bad food delicious. It just meant I'd have to work harder when I got back to the UK. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that my running shoes (Brooks GTS for those taking notes) take a good 3 years to become adapted to. When I bought them in June, I went from easily running my normal distances to struggling to do half thanks to the adjustment period.

My problem is that I have arches under which you can drive a medium-size truck. I'm also a redonkulous overpronator, so I need the running shoe equivalent of those black boots with the leg braces attached. I'm pretty sure a civil engineer was drafted in to design these shoes, they are so intent on correction of poor form. Pre-Brooks shoes, I was wearing an old pair of Nikes with collapsed air cushions thanks to my overpronation choking the life out of the cushioning. It took me at least two weeks for my body to adjust, in which time it felt with every run that I had cinderblocks attached to my feet.

Now I'm back at that point. I'm keen to get this thing moving again, but it's such a chore at the moment I'm using the will to run. I get to about 1K before I'm cursing my ability to be even slightly spritely. I feel heavy, as if I'm clomping along the seaside like an oafish, out-of-shape lump. I keep telling myself that I worked through it before, I will do it again with some time, but it's hard to maintain that attitude when you can't even run 5K without wanting to tear your legs off.

I don't know why I'm blogging about this - short of gifting me a pair of normal feet there isn't much to be accomplished by rambling about it. If anyone else has had to suffer through a shoe adjustment period, I'd love to hear about it. While you're at it, if anyone can tell me what they do to persevere through a workout despite your tired self wanting to give up, I'd like to hear about that too. Shoes aside, I'm having some trouble just working through difficult parts of my runs. It's not a matter of endurance, but rather me lacking willpower to carry on when challenged. Despite all my big talk on here about exercising, I'm a dreadfully lazy person and often just stop when I can't be arsed anymore. If someone has a magic way of sticking it out, teach me your ways! I'll be waiting here, wearing my shoes, thinking of going running, but opting to watch Rock of Love 3 instead.


EJW said...

One suggestion I've heard is to have multiple pairs of running shoes (which is good to do, for a variety of reasons). That way each pair lasts a bit longer and you don't have to break in new ones as often. Plus, if you have a pair that's partially or fully broken in, you could wear them alternating with new ones until they're perfect.

Jen said...

I run only when chased, so I'm not much help on that front. For my long training walks, though, what helps keep me going is that I've been walking...to breakfast at a tasty restaurant! (6 miles, 8 miles, 11 miles, etc.) It really helps for me to have a specific place I'm going to, a very visible goal.

Good luck with the running--that's great that you're doing it!

Nic said...

I'm with Jen, I need a goal. Library, store, *something* to focus on. I also find when I'm not wanting to finish out a run (which admittedly I do very infrequently as I get much more enjoyment out of just about any other form of exercise) that I manage by breaking it down into very small steps. I'll just run to that little street over there. Okay, now I'll just run to the top of the hill. The bite sized chunks seem much less daunting than, 'oh fuck I've still got another mile to go?'.

kate said...

I am the *worst* person to give advice on motivation right now. I am currently sucking, with probably two to three weeks since my last run. I lapsed on my recent trip, and then started meds for this cycle and have been totally knocked down tired since I did. I have been playing frisbee with my husband and walking instead. But I really should be running, at least until I start stims. I am pretending that the puffy middle is due to Lupron bloat, but it's probably just fat.

For a while, I found setting up a "Coach" program in Nike+ to be an effective motivator, but then my brain came to terms with the fact that there is no human inside the computer who gives a shit whether I stick to my training program or not. For a while, my own disappointment with myself when I missed a scheduled run was enough to keep me in line, but eventually, even my slow brain caught on to the lack of consequence for skipping a run. But, if you haven't tried it, maybe setting a new training distance, or new time goal would motivate you. It might be worth a shot.

But anyhow, lack of worthwhile advice aside, I can at least commiserate with you on the super-over-pronation and ridiculous arches thing and the issues those problems can cause with finding good (read: comfortable but still sturdy) shoes. I still stick with my New Balance 992/993s, but I put my fancy-ass orthotics in them to correct my issue. Occasionally, I do wear those black ankle brace things to pull my stubborn (and slightly short) right leg back into alignment, but mostly, I just suffer through without it.

And yeah. I HATE wearing the orthotics (and unlike normal shoes, they almost never "break in", staying miserably firm forever), but I know that the other option is to cripple myself with stress fractures in my calves. That can be a pretty motivating factor to bear the pain. In the past when I've grown exhausted of the orthotics (usually right before the first mile marker), I just slow down a bit, and tell myself to go one more mile before I stop. Usually by the time I get to the end of that second mile, some other ache or pain (or tight-lunged lack of oxygen) has made me forget about the ache from the orthotic. And that is the only way I get through without wanting to chuck my shoes off the nearest cliff.

So, if you happen to discover some miracle motivator, let me know, 'cos I could use some of it right now...

elizasmom said...

Have someone drop you off however many miles from home you want to run. I have found this strategy very helpful lately in getting in my longish runs pre-half-marathon. I can't give up or I won't get home.
Well I don't know if that is helpful, but I can understand how hard it is to get remotivated. I bet some combo of all of the advice you have here is going to work and you may have to tinker a bit to find the right thing.
I don't know that this is related but my word verification to post this is : cyaniu. I misread it as cyanide.

Molly said...

Obviously I have no suggestions for ways to convince you to run -- except maybe purposely running in front of a steamroller so that you have no choice because if you stop you'll DIE.

But hey, high arches, UNITE!