I wrote “lessons learned from Po” at the time when I just started running. Four years ago, the running bug bit me and I was forever changed. And it was also around this time when I first watched the movie “Kung Fu Panda”, which I enjoyed a lot. I liked the movie so much, it inspired me to write a post in relation to my running. And I wouldn’t mind watching it again when I get the chance.
Lately, I’ve been slacking off with my running that it’s not fun anymore. ( And it was made worse, when one day I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that I started to look like Po, not that I have something against him.) So I thought I’d pay this post a visit to draw inspiration and relearn the lessons I’ve had four years ago. ( Just so you know, I still don’t wear shorts when I go for a run. )
And it will never be. To be able to have the energy to run and sustain my body to tackle the mileage, I need food. It’s not rocket science, I know. But here’s the thing though, just because we slog it out there ( like crazy ), doesn’t mean we have the right to stuff ourselves crazy too. I admit it, I’m guilty of this ( especially when it comes to cheesecake ). There’s no way I can go through a diet. I love food too much, to do so. I’d rather “eat carefully”.
- A real warrior never quits.
I’ve never stop halfway through a run and go back. I always make it a point to finish what I set out to do, even if it means, I have to endure pain and be sore afterward. Running has taken me on a ride and I have no plans of getting off, yet. Through out my journey, I realized that holding back ( especially when the body doesn’t feel quite right ), does not necessarily mean, that I’m throwing in the towel and that I’ve had enough. Holding back helps me to look at things in a different way and come out of it, a better runner and a better person. Hopefully.
- It pays to dream and when you do, dream big.
I’ve watched the documentary “Spirit of the Marathon” more than a few times. And I still get goosebumps every time. Back then, when a 5K run or even a shorter distance seemed like the proverbial Mt. Everest, to “run a marathon” was something I’ve always dream about. I like how the word “marathoner” sound. May of 2012 was one of the most memorable time of my life because it was when I ran in my first marathon in Vancouver. Words were not enough to describe how I felt when I crossed the finish line. It was amazing. I didn’t cry though. I was so happy and over the moon to even shed tears. I didn’t even think about how sore my legs were or that I could barely walk. I was “high” until I heard my sister asking me, “Where have you been? What took you so long?” ( She had no idea where I’ve been. I was so glad to see her, that I ignored her question and could have give her a hug. ) The bubble burst and I was brought back to reality. So much for getting high.
Even before I run in my first marathon, I was bold enough and perhaps, insane to do an ultra-marathon. At that time, I didn’t really think about what lies ahead of me, all I know was that I’d like to “try” it. And I did.
I know that when I set my mind to do something ( like run a marathon perhaps ), I’d do everything to see through it till the end. The more I’m told ” You’re crazy.” or “Why?”, the more it appeals to me and the more I’m determined to do it. Of course, I’m not saying I don’t have doubts or fears. I do. I get scared a lot that sometimes, I feel nauseous. But I found out that the mind is a powerful thing, it can make you do wonders, even if your body says, “No way!”
When I think about it now, I realized that running would be a part of my life all along. It’s not an accident whenever I decide to get out there and go for a run. And it sure was no accident, when I finally had the courage to ask someone to run with me. I don’t usually ask anyone.
I don’t run just for the heck of it. Or just so I can say “I’m a runner”. I run because I know I can and it makes me feel good about myself, which spills out to the way how I see and relate to people, in general.
- There is no secret ingredient.
My running has evolved. A lot has happened in four years. I ingest gels ( especially during races ) and drink Gatorade. A generous friend gave me a Garmin watch as a present and I always used it during my runs. I have more than a few pairs of running shoes and have no qualms of buying a new pair whenever the “need” arises. That same friend also gave me a pair of compression socks, which I haven’t used yet. I used an mp3 player because I prefer to run with music on.
You see, all the above-mentioned things don’t mean a thing. There’s no amount of technology or outside forces, that will make me want to run, unless I really, really want to. It all boils down to me. My reasons for running comes from within. Sure, I still want to have rock-hard abs, but I don’t run enough and eat a lot of cheesecake, so go figures.
Not running for three months give me plenty of time to think things over. But it never occur to me to stop running altogether. Quite the opposite. I diligently try to do all the things that I’m supposed to do ( like iced and stretched my foot ). And I did a few shorter runs just to see how things are.
This much I can say, my foot will probably stay sore forever or get better, I don’t know. But I don’t think I’d stop running just because of that. Unless if it comes to the point when I can’t do it anymore ( God forbid ), then I’d still go out there and run. And perhaps, be more mindful this time. Then, I’m not getting any younger too, so there’s that. The aches and pains will always be there, no matter what. I just have to suck it up and deal with it. Besides, Po didn’t stop doing Kung Fu and be the Dragon Warrior, just because he’s a panda, right?
Wobble on Panda.