{"id":533,"date":"2012-12-08T22:23:30","date_gmt":"2012-12-09T05:23:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=533"},"modified":"2012-12-08T22:26:52","modified_gmt":"2012-12-09T05:26:52","slug":"new-motto-start-slow-and-taper-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=533","title":{"rendered":"New Motto: Start Slow and Taper Off"},"content":{"rendered":"      <p>So, I ran in this race this summer. It was only a 5K, but it was at a much higher altitude than I live at, and it was kind of&#8230;killer. Yeah, I ended up running it faster than last year, but it&#8217;s still dang slow.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight I finally checked the results (five months later). There were 116 women in my age bracket, and I came in at #61. Considering my running history, that&#8217;s scary-good.<\/p>\n<p>However, since then I&#8217;ve kept running, 15 miles a week, and I&#8217;m telling you: I&#8217;m getting slower. Much slower. Today, when the song on my Mp3 player changed to Level 42&#8217;s &#8220;Something About You,&#8221; and I sped up, that was a telltale sign that I am moving at a slow, slow pace. Yesterday, I saw this lady, probably age 70, who usually walks with a shiny walking stick every morning, and we ended up on the same route. I passed her, barely, and then went around the corner (she is <em>walking,<\/em> mind you) and we met on the far side. I was roughly 20 paces\u00a0ahead of her. She&#8217;s not a speed walker.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know. Does it matter if I&#8217;m slow? I can&#8217;t decide. Part of me thinks I should push myself. Speed up. Take it to the next level.<\/p>\n<p>Another part of me says, this is the only consistent exercise I&#8217;ve done in my whole entire life. I&#8217;ve been running for about 18 months. This is a long time for me. Some people just love to exercise or play sports or whatever. I love to lounge and read books and be completely sedentary. Running is something I dread&#8211;and only\u00a0do almost out of superstition. Like, if I miss a day in my schedule, I might stop and never start again.<\/p>\n<p>So, then I say to myself, I don&#8217;t want to make myself hate it even more than I already do by pushing myself to run faster. Or risk an injury or something. Or give myself shin splints. (I can think of a dozen possible negative consequences to fast running, all of them at least as bad as looking ridiculous.)<\/p>\n<p>For now I&#8217;m giving myself a bye. I&#8217;m going to tell myself to keep things as Aesop&#8217;s tortoise would have them. Be. The. Tortoise. I&#8217;m not sure there&#8217;s even a race I&#8217;m entered in, other than the one race against the calorie intake. So, take that, race organizers at high altitude. Don&#8217;t expect me to come in in the top half of my age group. Just know what a stinking miracle it is that I plod through the streets at all. Cheer that we don&#8217;t have to call the ambulance. Rejoice in the slowness and steadiness of the race.<\/p>\n\n      <div data-chorus-discovery data-url=\"https:\/\/www.authorjennifergriffith.com\/?p=533\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, I ran in this race this summer. It was only a 5K, but it was at a much higher altitude than I live at, and it was kind of&#8230;killer. Yeah, I ended up running it faster than last year, but it&#8217;s still dang slow. Tonight I finally checked the results (five months later). 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