Back To The Start…
At brunch yesterday I had a very interesting conversation with Chris We were debating the age old question about running vs jogging. Yeah, the oldest debate in the running world right. I maintained that if your out there moving no matter how fast or slow – you are a runner damnit. I think Chris agreed – after a while.
Jogging is a form of trotting or running at a slow or leisurely pace. The main intention is to increase fitness with less stress on the body than from faster running. The definition of jogging as compared with running is not standard. Dr. George Sheehan, a running expert, is quoted to have said “the difference between a jogger and a runner is an entry blank” Others are usually more specific, defining jogging as running slower than 6 mph (10 minute per mile pace, 10 km/h, 6 min/km).
I say bullshit.
Again from Wikipedia:
Running is both a competition and a type of training for sports that have running or endurance components. As a sport, it is split into events divided by distance and sometimes includes permutations such as the obstacles in steeplechase and hurdles. Running races are contests to determine which of the competitors is able to run a certain distance in the shortest time. Today, competitive running events make up the core of the sport of athletics. Events are usually grouped into several classes, each requiring substantially different athletic strengths and involving different tactics, training methods, and types of competitors.
I beg to differ. Sure, of course us “runners” are all somewhat competitive and have that competitive nature and let’s face it, racing is fun and a bit addictive. We can certainly all agree on that right? But, not all runners race. Does that make them less of a a runner? Fuck no! We are all of us runners. We put one foot in front of the other fast and faster still – we are running.
Sure, there are those weekend “joggers” for lack of a better word, who perhaps every so often think to themselves hmmm, instead of sitting on my ass I will go out and do what I do when I want to move around and feel good. But, they then retreat back into their world of TV remote controls and boxes of cookies. Yeah, you know who you are.
I don’t judge. I can’t judge because, who am I to say anything? I just can talk about what I do. How I feel. Only that. Only about me. I judge nobody. I can suggest and perhaps give some advice about the little I know. And I am always happy to do it.
I was thinking a great deal about the race I ran on Sunday. The NYRR New York Mini 10K. Why they call it Mini, I have no idea. It was far from Mini. I have come to the conclusion that I suck at pacing. I really thought I could run the entire race without stopping. I did. Yet, I couldn’t. Go figure.
Miles 1 and 2 were run way to fast in 10.36 and 10.24 respectively. What was I thinking? Well, for one I was thinking that I should be able to maintain that pace. It’s really not fast at all when you think about it. It’s average at best. Again, no complaining. Just facts and my thoughts.
After finishing mile 2 – you can guess what happened. I felt the need to stop and walk. No shame in that. Unless, of course your name is Rose Kosgei of Kenya and you were in the lead. Yeah, then not so much walking.
Mile 3 came and went in 11.57. I think somewhere in there was a water stop. Can’t remember. But, I do remember gulping water and gatorade and spilling the gatorade all over myself. It was very warm. The sun was bright in the sky and quite strong. That affected me too. I don’t think I am quite acclimated to the warm weather yet. YET!
Mile 4 clocked in at 13.07. SUCK! I hate writing that time. Again, there was walking. I know I do not run a 13 min mile. Nope, not happening. No shame in walking. There were many woman walking at this point. Many. I do remember running/walking next to a woman who had the loudest grunt as she was breathing, I have ever heard. It was a bit disorienting for me. I knew where the noise was coming from – yet somehow I couldn’t get away. Odd.
Mile 5 – 11.33. I am guessing there may have been 30 seconds of walking at the water station or not. I am fuzzy about that. I do remember feeling as though I was running under water. Only because of the heat. I know that is an odd metaphor but I guess I felt that something was pushing against me making it difficult to move forward faster like I wanted to.
At this point, I think I saw a sign that read (in big letters) 800 meters to go. WOO! Thats nothing right? Who knew? Not me! 800 meters equals approximately 0.497 miles. Unfortunately, when I run, 100% of my math skills are null and void. I had no idea what 800 meters were equal too.
Then, of course there was the 400 meter sign and finally a 200 meter sign which was equal to 600 feet.
Mile 6 – 11.19. This mile I ran. The entire mile. No way was I walking across the finish line. The heat was intense. The sun strong. The crowds cheering. The park looking so beautiful. Greenery abounds.
WOOHOO! I see the finish line up ahead. It’s there glistening in the sun. I know this part of the course is the end of the NYC marathon so it actually felt pretty fucking cool to be running there. I just gave it all I had. It is a bit of an uphill too. .30 in 3.09.
I stopped Seth at 1.12.08. 11.26 min/mile. 587 calories burned. Seth also read 6.30 miles not 6.2. But, I know it was all the zig zagging I did that perhaps gave me that extra bit of mileage.
I am happy. I finished the race with no added injuries. No intense pains anywhere. I joined my friend Christie and Chris for a lovely brunch at Counter in the East Village, where we then discussed running vs. jogging over some excellent food.
I wonder, what is your take on running vs. jogging? It’s not that I think the word jogging is derogatory in any way. And if any of you consider yourself an avid jogger, COOL!
Here is what I think. It is semantics and a mindset. You can look the part. You can buy expensive running kicks and socks and matching outfits and all of that contributes to your overall feeling of getting out there and running. In my own warped mind, I am a runner. I don’t care if I run slower than most or faster than some. I run. And not ONLY when I am being chased. I love it for how simple it is and how so very complicated it can be. I love how it makes me feel, even though some days I complain and whine and question my sanity and say how much I hate it. Then, I love it even more. I love it for all the great connections I’ve made though out the years. Runner’s are quite literally the best people I’ve ever met. Always supportive, always helpful, always caring. Always.
I will never forget Mr. Fred Lebow. This man ran slow. This man was a runner. I saw this man run his last NYC Marathon way back in 1992. He kissed the ground he ran on. Literally.
Available on Netflix.
As you always have, Michelle, you’re going to find, yet again and forevermore, that the hard and difficult stuff only ever seemed hard and difficult, before you began it.
Bet you feel better now, huh?
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yes, I love running!!! Or as my running buddy Samantha says “Run Like Hell”