Lifestyle: Deeversions – Jogging
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her active and motivated during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s heading off the beaten path and doing a bit of self-directed jogging. Revolutionary!
I will absolutely admit that I am one of those people that criticises joggers. When they are super toned and fit and powering on like a mad thing, I’m jealous, but when they are plump and sweaty, though I admire their attempts, I joke in my head that they have a long way to go. That said, I am not one to talk, for I am fairly far from the slim, toned jogger ideal.
Since I was away in London last week, I had neither time nor money to attend a class. So I tried the next best thing and went out for a jog. It seemed like a great idea. It was free! I can listen to my own music, go at my own pace and get in this week’s workout.
Reality check. It was a terrible idea. I was shockingly self conscious, so much more so than I thought I’d be, so most of my experiment took the form of a very brisk walk. Unless I came across a small, narrow street with no traffic or people. In that case, I (very briefly) RAN.
As for going at my own pace, that’s no good. Being my own jogging boss meant I didn’t go very far. I did the loop that I had planned to do in my head, but it was shorter than I had hoped. And Lord knows I was in no mood to push myself. So home I went to start typing.
What surprised me about this poor effort is that any time I have been on a treadmill in a gym, I have been able to do a few kilometres. But that’s what you’re meant to be doing on a treadmill. You look at the other gym-goers and they are in the same boat as you. That’s something that propels me; the competitive streak comes out. I think if I can stay on longer than someone else, I’m doing well. But out and about in the fresh air, you are vulnerable. Drivers in their comfy cars are looking at you and judging you. I know that for a fact because I do it myself. I’m sure everyone does it, whether they know it or not.
The fact is that when you are in the gym, you are more motivated. You can see the distance you are going and you can tell yourself you’ll stop when you get to your next goal. There is a huge psychological shift between jogging on a treadmill in a designated jogging area, and jogging outside where people are going about their daily lives. You almost feel like an intruder.
I am envious of the percentage of the population that enjoy jogging. What annoys me is that I can see the appeal. What annoys me further is that I can’t block out the world and concentrate on my run, I’m far too aware of all the people that can see me. If I ever go for a second attempt, it will be with a companion. Even a dog would suffice. Or else in a field somewhere. I’m sure the neighbouring cows wouldn’t mind.