May 13, 2009

Attitudes in All Walks of Life

I'm perpetually amazed out how humans must find... a way to feel superior to someone in nearly every avenue of life.

Surely this must be some Psych Phd student's dream thesis. Perhaps a Sociology student as well.

Kids on the playground, what kind of car people drive... even where my father in law lives. In his assisted living community, the residents look down their noses based on what your capabilities are.

I kid you not.

Imagine my surprise when I truly found it in training for this next half marathon.

If you ask me, I'll flat tell you, "I'm a walker." I sign up for the walk team, I have no ego when it comes to it. I want to enjoy the event... running the entire time would not be enjoyable to me, in particular as I appear to be permanently prone to a foot/ankle/calf injury.

My coach will tell you that I'm not really a walker. I'm an interval athlete. I walk and run. Both... fast. (But not as fast as a true runner, which is why I say I'm a walker. I walk more than run... although I'm working towards inversing my ratio.)

How fast?

This walker, the one writing this right now, beat over 1/2 the run team at the marathon. I'm hearing I might have beat 3/4, but I definitely beat 1/2 and that was INJURED and having what my coach says, "a really bad race".

I found out Saturday while talking to a Phd in PT, that the symptoms I had during my race were caused from my taking Advil. To prevent the inflamation I am so horribly prone to in my post tibial tendon, I took Advil before the race and then four hours later. He told me the vast swelling I had on the left side of my body was indicative, he guessed immediately I'd taken ibuprofen and also said my kidneys were struggling.

Nice.

That explains why I felt like such complete and utter crap. It also explains why my coach and I were pacing me finishing it a full 30-45 minutes before I did, until... I started to swell, overheat, and felt like... utter crap.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there, it is what it is, I completed it, and it's done.

But this is leading me somewhere.

I am on the walk team. I beat most of the runners.

Tells me... they weren't running too fast.

Flash forward to this past Saturday, my girlfriend and I were trying to get to know everyone, as that's our job, and we came across a pair of girls that were 'running' at about a 16 minute mile.

Picture, a walking pace with a bounce.

That's cool. They'd have to stop to walk a lot and we thought it would be a good time to get to know them, encourage and talk to them about intervals.

And that's when my girlfriend said something about walking and one of the girls got all snooty and said, "OH. I am NOT a walker. I am a RUNNER."

I wanted to bust out laughing and say, "REALLY? You THINK so? REALLY?"

Instead, I just ignored it and did my own thing, more slow as I was trying to meet everyone.

I decided, as of now, I go at my own pace and if people can keep up or want to pass, so be it.

Today I did 13 minute miles. That's with walking and running, both (4:2). And so, if I can stay injury free for just two more weeks (I'm not training with the team this week as we're camping with Boy Scouts... in Miami... in May... let's not really go there...) I intend to show them how a walker can so completely smoke a 'runner'...

... and the temptation to smack my ass as I pass them and to say, 'kiss this', will be ever so great.

But I shall resist.

Afterall, I hate to come across as self righteous...

Posted by Boudicca at May 13, 2009 09:08 PM
Comments

What is it with people?

This is high school crap. I hate that and can't deal with those types of people. It happens everywhere too. UGH!

Posted by: Teresa at May 13, 2009 10:34 PM

Haha! Go Bou - do the ass slap!

Posted by: Rachel at May 14, 2009 02:48 AM

When I was participating in the 15K Gate River Run. this little person jogged passed me and on the back of her shirt it said, "If you can read this you've been passed by an 9 year old." You need to get one that says, "You've just been passed by a walker."

Posted by: sticks at May 14, 2009 05:22 AM

Go Bou!

I am constantly battling with not comparing myself to others. But, I dare say, even I would pass your runners by.

I'm hoping she'll become educated and brought down to earth soon. Training with TNT was very humbling and enlightening for me.

I can't wait to do Disney again with them, hopefully as a mentor. I've let them know I want to do it.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at May 14, 2009 07:08 AM

As you get older and the joints are less forgiving, you'll probably find that a "shuffle" (short steps that hardly qualify as running, but on ball of the foot, which doesn't qualify as a walk) is the best stride.

Posted by: Bob at May 14, 2009 07:25 AM

When I did the 5k Race for the Cure years ago this ass wipe behind me with a stroller kept pushing the stroller into my legs. He felt since I wasn't going as fast as he was I should move out of the way.

It wasn't crowded at all, he came from behind, he could have just moved a little right or left but instead choose to hit me with his stroller and make me move.

I wouldn't, he kept hitting me.

His child learned a new word that day.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at May 14, 2009 08:06 AM

QW: People do that to me in the grocery all the time. I'm 6-foot-4 and am apparently invisible. Either that, or the dolts think running their grocery carts into me will somehow get the clerk to check out my groceries quicker. I often react by moving back a foot or two, and into them, "Oops, I didn't realize you were so close."

Posted by: George at May 14, 2009 08:35 AM

Bou: Have you ever read the Runner's World column by John Bingham called the "Penguin Chronicles"? Always is my first read when I open the magazine, because I am a penguin. Our family once brought up the absolute tail end of a fun run in Vancouver (they were picking up the traffic cones behind us!).

Posted by: PeggyU at May 14, 2009 11:20 AM

Better to walk and run, and put a good effort into both, than some kind of fake jog/run. And I mean no offense to those who may find it necessary - that's a whole other thing. No, I'm talking about seemingly young healthy people who manage a gait that is seemingly anatomically impossible. Most of them are dressed nicely, though.

Posted by: wyatt salt at May 14, 2009 08:15 PM