I turn up a little early for my Run The One training session this afternoon but Cheery Chris is there before me. She tells me that it is possible we may be joined by another couple of runners / joggers / walkers but not
to worry if they don’t appear - we will still have our workout. It occurs to me that I am The One in today’s Run The One but, hey, you’d pay a fortune to have a personal trainer all to yourself, now wouldn’t you?
At a minute past two we accept that it is unlikely anybody else will be joining us. I feel sorry for Cheery Chris, who deserves better, but quietly pleased for myself because with
only the one of me, at least this afternoon I won’t be Tail End Charlie as usual.
I have to admit that, what with my Dodgy Knees and Other Associated
Joints, I do find it difficult to keep up with my fellows. If I wasn’t enjoying myself so much, I might have developed an Inferiority Complex but, quite honestly, I don’t have the energy for such introspection.
I can’t understand why beautiful Longcroft Park is not a more popular venue for Run The One sessions. I’ve been to other parks when I haven’t been able to make my regular Tuesday
afternoon session and they are all fine and dandy in their way but they don’t have the variety of trees or the bird song. Ah, the bird song! Cheery Chris points out that the grassy expanse in Longcroft Park is actually quite bumpy underfoot compared
with some of the other parks making running / jogging / walking a bit more difficult. This is probably why I spend too much time checking on my feet, I think to myself, rather than stretching my spine and walking tall.
After a warm-up and some (un)balancing exercises, we set out on five rounds of the circuit which has been marked out with colourful cones. Chris suggests maybe I should just walk this afternoon and
I am more than happy to agree, especially as there is nobody else there to make me feel like a Tardy Tortoise. I practise my breathing and strengthening my core - you know it makes sense. I feel ready for (virtually) anything.
So after that off we set to walk around the park; if I can manage three times round, Chris tells me, that will be a whole mile. I can stop any time I want, she reassures me, but already in my head
I am determined not to stop till I have competed the course. It takes me twenty minutes, though I do have to stop towards the end to answer my mobile phone - just in case there is an emergency at home.
Next week, managers from Independent Age, the charity behind this pilot project, will be visiting the various groups across the town to see how we are getting along and to give us more details about the Celebration Mile which
will draw the project to a triumphant conclusion. Apparently they will be joining in. They will be running / jogging / walking along with us. I have seen their photograph on the Run The One Facebook page and to a person they look (i) younger; (ii) fitter;
and (iii) more supple than I. I don’t actually know for sure they are more supple but based on (i) and (ii) above it seems reasonable to suppose so.
home I consult Google (my Best Friend Forever) who supplies me with a helpful chart indicating how long it should take people of various ages to walk a mile. I am heartened to discover that, for my age, my time is average, bordering on good.
There are still six weeks to go before the Celebration Mile. You never know, with all the support and encouragement I am receiving from Cheery Chris, the Tardy Tortoise might
- just might - turn into a High-Speed Hare.
Though possibly not...