As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, Dad has stepped up my racquetball lessons to include running. As I’ve also mentioned before, I don’t run. I think Dad is determined to change that about me. Here’s the problem, I think there’s a talent to running that I don’t have. One of my best friends is a runner, it comes naturally to her and she loves it. I don’t posses that same gene.
I am willing to learn though, if it’s something that can be taught. To motivate me to run, Dad had a couple of strategies. First was encouragement while he ran with me, next was tugging me by my arm and running with me, and the third was to chase me saying, “I’m gonna get you” in a voice normally reserved for the grand kids. The problem with that tactic is that I was laughing so hard my running was even worse than usual.
We’re hoping to step up the lessons to twice a week, I’m sure with time and practice my running will improve. As will my ability to hit the ball, maybe.