Personal Trainer #2, a few days later: "I just wanted to say: I'm so glad to see you doing that, dancing like that, because I do it too! There was this one time I was on rollerblades and I loved the song that came up so much that I just started doing.. you know..." twists her fingers. "Twirls, and I didn't even realize it until someone in a passing car honked at me and then I got so embarrassed! You forget that other people are out there!"
Apparently, the jaguar-dance/skip/bounce on the treadmill has been noticed. And while the trainers are right that I do it for pleasure... I'm also advancing the music to get to those high-energy songs on purpose, and it's not to dance. It's to save my muscles and joints.
I'm not kidding. Observe, three-second graphics! That orange ball is your center of gravity.
If I move like this (and it requires concentration to do so), I can jog a long time without stopping to rest. And that's great except for one small problem: half the time when I'm running, what gives out first isn't my aerobic capacity... it's my muscles. My heart will be cheerfully keeping time, shouting, "THIS IS GREAT! WE COULD GO ANOTHER MILE!" but the muscles in my thighs and calves are seized up, screaming, "IF YOU PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN ONE MORE TIME I AM GOING TO GO OUT AND YOU WON'T BE WALKING FOR A MONTH!"
And I can't do that. Not just because it's obviously a bad thing to be injured, but because the more my muscles limit my work-out, the less I'll be able to push myself and increase my body's capacity.
My unexpected discovery was that dancing, skipping, jumping or weaving shifts the work from the efficiency-running set of muscles to a completely different set, letting me stretch and rest the first group while maintaining the intensity of the work-out.
I find the only way I've been able to keep going with the daily run is by constantly shifting my activity type to alternately stretch, rest or contract different muscle groups. Another good way to do that I got accidentally from
stahlhelm... setting a really high incline will force a great calf stretch if you walk up it. So once I'm up on the treadmill, I'm doing any one of three or four things to make it possible for me to target my actual goal—increasing my aerobic capacity—and then I'll work my heart until my muscles start complaining again.I have never. Ever. Put the knowledge I got out of massage therapy to such aggressive use in my life. It's an intensely mental exercise; I see other people on the treadmills around me simultaneously watching TV, ignoring a book and checking their cellphones while listening to music and I have no idea how they can do that. It takes every neuron in my head to shepherd my body from minute 0 to minute 30 successfully. It's incredibly hard mental work, but it means that when I step off the treadmill, I'm okay; not sore, not limping, not injured, and able to do it again the next day without a problem.
It makes me think of gamers who make spreadsheets just to maximize their characters' performance. I'm doing the same thing, but with my real body.
Anyway. A month and a half ago, I could run 2 minutes consecutively and it took me 22 minutes to run a mile. Now I can run 23 minutes consecutively and I've got my mile time down to 14:20. Getting there...!
(I'd also like to stress: my education gives me a leg up on working these things out, but you don't have to have fancy book-learning to do it; you just have to listen to your body and notice where you're getting sore when you're doing which activities. It can be done!)
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