The entertainment industry has taught me many valuable lessons over the years: All car crashes end with huge fireball explosions. Zombies don't run. And Zooey Deschanel always gets the guy no matter how flawed and hopelessly childish she acts.
The movie machine has also taught me that there can't be victory without a moment right in the middle of the story when the hero falters and can't possibly go on. No matter what the context, that moment suddenly puts everything into doubt-- all the hopes and dreams and good intentions that had been built up over the last hour and 12 minutes.
Right now, I'm in that moment and not feeling very optimistic about the outcome.
I've read all the books. Done the training exercises. Watched the ridiculously over-priced DVD's. And even scoured Youtube for the Pose/ Born to Run/ Barefoot running technique in action. And yet, I'm still not running pain-free.
The author of Born to Run had a similar hiccup. He spent months in Mexico following the elusive Tarahumara, learning their ways and watching their incredible skill first hand. He came home all jazzed to start running hundreds of miles and couldn't go farther than 3. His knee still hurt, his ankle skill hurt, his shins still hurt, blah blah blah.
The fact of the matter was, he thought he was practicing the new running methods he'd learned, but was really still plodding along like a 300 lbs bear. So he did what any successful writer who free-lances for Runner's World Magazine does. He hired the best trainer in the world, got all expenses covered, and was happy as a clam and running ultra-marathons in no time.
You may already see where this is headed.
I DO NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THE BEST TRAINER IN THE WORLD.
In fact, I don't even have access to the internet. I had to pay off the teenage manager at the Caribou Coffee next to my work and that's the only reason I'm online right now.
So I feel like I've hit a brick wall. I found something I love to do. Something that keeps me active in the winter. Something that lets me spend time with my dog. Something that makes me feel great... and yet is hurting me and I don't know how to fix it.
If only Zooey Deschanel were here to tell me what to do...
Wow. This is a tough question. Let me think about it for a minute. What you need is access to a teacher who really knows about alignment and body mechanics. Someone who teaches a 5,000 year old discipline that can help a person use their body in the most healthy way. Someone trained in the use of mental techniques to create clarity and focus. Wait a second. It's your sister-in-law. And she teaches classes in your town. On Saturday mornings.
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