We are what we repeatedly do

(*Aristotle said that originally)

A few months ago, I did not run. I was not, therefore a runner. In the last two weeks I've run around 42km. And it didn't feel hard, I'm not seriously injured (although I do have a bit of skin off my left knee from a rocky stumble) and strangely enough I think I enjoy it.

The only thing I can think of analogous to this feeling is once upon a time, long long ago when I used to just swim...and swim, and swim.

I ran the furthest I think I've ever run tonight - around 8.8km - and at the end I felt like I could have kept going. My breathing wasn't overly laboured - rhythmic and smooth, deep yes, but hardly what one would call panting. In every other attempt at hard aerobic exercise (out of water that is) I've given up after a few weeks, telling myself I just wasn't "born" a runner...

But Aristotle was right. We are what we repeatedly do.

My first race

This weekend past (Aug 28-29th) J's wonderful parents came over for a visit from Victoria. We had a great time eating, drinking and generally being merry. To make it even better for the Victorians suffering the vitamin D draining effects of a long winter the weather was amazing.

This weekend was also the annual Perth City to Surf. Just before I left Rio I signed up for the 4k run/walk thinking although it wasn't really a stretch target distance wise, the 12k was possibly a bit too much of a challenge. Having continued running my standard 3-4 times a week for the past month or so I felt fairly well prepared, but that didn't stop a little bit of nervousness at the start line.

I'd set myself a couple of goals for this, my first fun run. My main aim was to run the whole way, but I was hoping to get across the finish line in less than 30 minutes. I knew there were a few hills along the way and the start would be a bit congested with the 10000 participants, so I thought this was fairly reasonable. As a challenge I was hoping to cross the finish line in less than 25 minutes.

My time? 24 minutes, 11 seconds, or just about 10 kph.

Go me!

Am I a runner?

So the past few months I've been trying something new - runnning.

Although I competed in school sports, did PE and even did Track Team while I was in America, I just don't see myself as an athlete - more an uncoordinated slightly eccentric dork. And while I have gone for an ocassional jog here and there, the voices in my head telling me that what I am doing is hard and pointless always seem to have won out in the past.

But this time, so far, so good. I think the trick was starting slow, and understanding my motivation. After walking around the airport (a 5km track) a few times purely as a form of relaxation and de-briefing, I found myself one night consumed by a childish energy, and felt compelled to run. So I ran until I couldn't run any more, slowed down to a walk to get my breath back and then ran again. It felt exhilarating - which is not really something I would have said about running ever before.

So, from these beginnings, I've been consistently running around 3 nights a week. Sometimes is a solid slow slog around the airport listening to lectures about Ancient Greece on my iPod, other days a quick 20 minutes of speed work on the treadmill while watching A Current Affair. But always, I feel like doing it, and it's fun.

My motivation this time round is the experience, not the results. Running is a chance to just be in my head for a while, switch off from work, and just enjoy feeling what my body is capable of. Yes, getting fitter, sleeping better, losing a few kgs and looking trim taut and terrific would be nice - but that isn't what gets me moving.

So far it's been about 10 weeks of regular running. A good start, but only that. Will update soon to let you know how this motivation goes when things start to get a bit more mundane.

So far, so far good on the February goals and aims.

As I thought may be the case, I have definitely found it easier to keep up the routine of exercise while at work. Despite that, I have found myself making up the minimum 20 minutes at home anyway through walks or swims everyday.

More importantly I have had some amazing experiences. Swam at dawn in a beautiful pool surrounded by bush. Paddled in the ocean like a dog dodging kite surfers and letting the doctor sweep me along with it.

I think I should be able to make the 5 book total too. So far I've read The Dawkins Letters, Fast Food Nation, Screw it, Lets Do It and almost have The God Delusion finished. Also have a couple of books up at work on the go... should be good.

Will update all at the end of the month, with that all important score!

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Right also next month will be an important one for me...

I'm going to attempt to tackle my biggest bad habit - Picking.

For a long time, I've touched, picked, prodded and scratched at my face. I've never had bad pimples or acne, but I've often had bad skin, with every little outbreak exacerbated by my fingers to a multitude of scabs.
I've always been a grub, with my face covered with everything from my hands quicker and more fully than anyone I know.

I need to stop doing this.

- It's embarrassing - having a dirty face, getting caught picking, bloody scabs

- It costs me money in skin care

- I don't want to inadvertently pass the habit on

- It's could lead to permanent scarring, fungal infections and other health issues

So the plan of attack still needs some refining. I'm going to attempt to keep my hands busy.

More later

Goals, Aims, etc. - Feb 2009

This month is all about positivity.

The world we experience is moderated by how we look at it. Let fears, doubts and worries colour your world grey and your existence will seem a bleak and futile struggle. Experience life only through rose-tinted glasses, and you may wake up with a headache of eventual disillusionment. The past few months, I've let myself be drawn further and further into a spiral of black negativity. This month I aim to start correcting this, at first with baby-steps.
As a well indoctrinated corporate employee I know goals should be SMART - Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Timely. As a measure of success I'll give myself a score at the end of the month.


So here they are, one per week of February:

1. Spend 20 minutes (minimum) every day purposefully exercising, to aid sleep, mood and fitness. (1 point per day goal achieved)
2. Write down 1 thing each day that makes me smile. (1 point per day)
3. Finish reading 5 books. (5 points per book)
4. Write a plan of attack for the big brewery dream. (20 points if completed)

So that's that. Possible total = 101.

I'll update this blog in the next few weeks with tales of my progress.

44000000 minutes, or 733333 hours, or 30555 days or roughly 83.7 years.

According to the Australian Institute of Health and Welfare here, 84 years is roughly the life-expectancy of an Australian non-indigenous female.

This blog will record my efforts at making the most of all of those minutes.