I have been reading about running lately (since I think I have run out of excuses on why I can't run), so I have been thinking a lot about form and how mine is so far from what it should be. I'm a heel-striker, with a bobbing head and flailing arms, that can barely catch her breath, let alone establish a breathing pattern. I know I look more like a penguin when I run as opposed to the sleek and stealth athlete that I am picturing in my mind. So, I like starting my runs with this image in my head to remind myself that there is no point in starting an exercise program, unless you can laugh at your inabilities and understand the time and effort that it takes to make those inabilities transform into abilities. Baby steps...I still feel like I am dying after each run, but now I am dying after 1.5 miles instead of just 1. I'll chalk that up to a step in the right direction!
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