Ten weeks ago I decided to try teaching a 5k clinic at Running Room. I was looking for a way to share my running passion and enjoy the company of others along a scenic river route. There was of course part of me that questioned if I should be teaching a clinic. After all, I have only recently become comfortable in calling myself a runner. But doing the clinic was everything I hoped for and more. It was such a pleasure meeting new people and seeing them progress from 5 minutes/ 1 minute intervals to running 5.4 km in our finalclass. Even more exciting was hearing from one of the runners who did her first 5k race this week (a sub 30 minute to boot!). I love how she described her run to me in an email:
I love that description of having a swell of energy and happiness. Is it any wonder we get addicted to this sport?
As for me, I am grateful for having the experience of sharing a running journey with a great group of people. We hope to keep connecting this fall at various races and I can’t wait to cheer them on! Next week I move on to a new 5k group and look forward to being part of their journey as well.
And finally, on the topic of trying new things, I have signed up for lessons that I never in a million years thought I would do. I am telling everyone I know and writing it here so that there is no backing out. This may not sound big to most of you, but for me it definitely is. I am going to take swimming lessons. Anyone who knows me knows how much I HATE the idea of swimming. I hate the cold water (yes that includes heated pools), I hate having my head under that cold water and while I know I can get from point A to point B, it certainly wouldn’t be pretty. It is the one activity that my kids know I will not do with them.
So why am I going to pay good money to do something I hate? Lots of reasons I guess. One is certainly safety. My kids spend a lot of time in the water now, both at the lake and a few minutes away from home at a beach on the river. Gone are the days when anytime they were near the water they had life jackets on. I need to know that if necessary I can get to them in an emergency.
Another reason is of course the benefits of swimming as cross training. If I could actually get myself to feel confident in the water – maybe even enjoy it – this could be a way for me to maintain fitness without always relying on running.
Much of my decision was made after watching my boys in lessons last week. In four short semi-private lessons I watched both of them make significant progress. I thought surely if they could make progress so could I. I am ignoring the little voice inside of my head that keeps reminding me they are young, I am not.
Finally, I think I just felt the need to do something out of my comfort zone. It is possible I will continue to hate swimming and it is possible that I will discover despite my effort it will just not be a skill I will master. At least though I will be able to say I tried and (hopefully) didn’t quit.