So, I finally decided to do it right. Using a sensible, self-directed training plan, I was going to guide myself to running further than the distance to my mailbox.
But first I needed two things: real running clothes and a digital wrist watch. I know, I’ve already argued that running doesn’t need special equipment. However, my training program required breaking each session into timed increments and I just knew that I had a better chance of success if I were wearing the right clothes.
I didn’t want this effort to be some pale imitation. I wanted to join the fraternity of athletes for whom running was not a fitness activity but a regular part of their lives. Naturally this transformation could not start in the “sporting wear” section of the local bargain store.
It is likely that I held my breath when I walked in to this store, expecting the clerks to raise an eyebrow and suggest that I do my shopping at Target. But nothing like that happened. I was in. And I only knew two things: I didn’t want to spend a lot of money, and I didn’t want any of the super-short, underwear shorts.
More than one hour and less than a hundred dollars later, I walked out ready to run.
By the way, I somehow ended up with a pair of the reviled shorty-shorts with the built in briefs. I still don’t know how that happened. Maybe it’s because they were purple. Maybe I was afraid the staff wouldn’t let me check out without purchasing a pair. I do know this: I don’t want to run in any other kind of shorts. Ever.
Here’s a list of what I purchased. These items are still the core of my running wardrobe. They would be the core of my regular wardrobe as well, but I love my family and try not to express that by embarrassing them.
- 1 pair of running shorts with a built-in brief, something like this
- 1 pair of running tights, similar to these
- 2 pairs of double-layered socks
The watch was much easier. I just needed digits. Cheap digits, because I’m a thrifty lady, so for this purchase I passed through a bargain store and got what I needed for about ten bucks.
I spent the weekend grousing over the instruction manual for my simple watch until I finally figured out how to set the correct time, then laid out my new gear, eager to start on Monday.
Twelve weeks, the article had promised. In twelve weeks I could train myself to run thirty minutes without stopping. I was ready!
Next time: enthusiasm gets broadsided by reality.
Run a mile for me,