Running has never been easy for me. I am not like my friend Flora, who can run endless miles with perfect form and without noticeable fatigue. I thud down the street like a Clydesdale, landing hard and feeling the vibrations travel through my body.
You see, I am a Clomper — one of a large group that boasts international membership. You can watch us at any 10K or 5K, right behind the Racers and the Runners. To the spectator, our disoriented pounding and gasping can be heard before our red, suffering faces and hunched shoulders can be seen.
I sway my hips as if I am wearing my favorite pair of Jimmy Choos, throwing my feet out at 45-degree angles. I find it impossible to focus, being easily distracted by other runners and hot guys. With my need for speed and competitive nature, my form magically becomes perfect whenever I am passed by a clearly better runner. Or a hot guy. The point is I can obviously do better.
Charles suggested the Pose running technique. Since he is my multisport hero, I ordered the book and the tape. Since I am still waiting for my ligaments to heal, this is the perfect time for me to change my running technique. I started yesterday by practicing the running pose. Simply put, it is standing on one foot while in the running pose. My sons took notice, made some comments that only a four- and a six-year-old can make ("Mommy, you look like a peacock."), then assumed the pose themselves. Now we are all learning how to run properly. I have my own running club!
Tomorrow, the Pony pose.
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