Spend money on high-quality shoes.
Ran in running shoes that were two years old for roughly the first half of my training, which I subsequently realized were actually too small for me! After a month of training, I finally accepted that I required a new pair of running shoes. I went to iRun with my dad to choose a new pair of shoes one day before a run. My present sneakers were examined by the iRun employee, who informed me that “Yes, they no longer make those models.” I giggled nervously to hide my shame and asked to check if he had any more recent models. The iRun employee observed how I moved and ran before bringing out the new sneakers.
In order to establish the kind of arch support I required, he also measured my arches. The employee then handed me three pairs of shoes to try on and inquired as to my price range. The fact that he discovered I was wearing a half size too small was the finest part of getting fitted for running shoes! After testing all three pairs, I decided on a more recent design from the same manufacturer as before, made my purchase, and then went for a run to test them out. Running in the new sneakers was like walking on clouds. Running on cement no longer troubled me, and my normally troublesome knee felt terrific. The new sneakers changed the game completely! I only regret taking so long to purchase a new one.
Run alongside a friend
Jogging with a companion is obviously safer, but it also made it easier to persevere through challenging and unpleasant runs. About twice a week, I ran alone; the other two or three days, I ran with my dad or cousin. I was able to pass the time and forget how uncomfortable I was thanks to the light talk! Running with my dad often was another fantastic way to spend time together. “What did you do today?” evolved into a discussion of my concerns or areas where I needed guidance. Running is a very relational activity that encourages communication, and it may be a wonderful way to strengthen relationships.
Even if you miss a few runs, don’t give up.
I didn’t have time to do my long run three weeks before my race (I usually did them on Sundays). Sunday, my father texted me, “We running?” No, I don’t have time today, and I don’t think I’ll be able to run for the majority of next week either, I retorted dramatically. I believe I’ll simply skip the race. He advised me to keep moving forward. I panicked and rapidly gave up to the point of wanting to drop out of the race just because I couldn’t fit in one lengthy run. The following evening, a gap in my schedule allowed me to fit in my long, 9-mile run. Avoiding a crisis. The moral of the story is:
