Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Running history: Bend 1

Continued from More running history...

After my freshman year at UPS, I spent the summer working at Sunriver Resort near Bend, OR. I worked at one of the golf courses there, and pretty much mountain biked everywhere. I remember one of the first times I took a "long ride" - I was so proud that I had gone ten miles that I called my parents to tell them about it. By the end of that summer I was riding into Bend and back on the dirt trails, a 40 mile round trip.

I liked the area enough that I transferred to the Community College there and spent a couple years getting an AA transfer degree. After that, I transferred to the University of Oregon in Eugene, but spent summers back in Bend. It was during these years that I developed athletically, biking and inline skating in the summer and skiing and snowboarding during winters. At one point, I decided that I should start running, simply to streamline my workouts - I was to the point where I had to go for at least a 3 hour mountain bike ride in order to push myself at all. Running would be a more efficient workout, or so I thought.

I had mountain biked enough that I thought trail running sounded like a good idea, so I drove myself out of town to one of the places that I usually biked to. Gave a cursory stretch, and took off. I figured I'd run one of my shorter loops; since I'd driven out to the trail instead of riding, I should be fine. Of course, I had a rookie's sense of pacing: flat out. I couldn't understand why I couldn't just run fast the whole way. I was wheezing within half a mile. I think I walked back to my car and drove home, figuring that running wasn't for me.

A few weeks later, a friend took me out for an easy run around town and showed me how to pace myself. Once I figured that out, I got out for a run or two a week around town.

1 comment:

SnowLeopard said...

I was the same way when I started running. I have a lot of runners in my family, but I've always been a swimmer and not so good on dry land. The first morning I decided to go for a run around my neighborhood (by your house, oddly enough) I thought my lungs would pop they hurt so bad! I walked back up the hill and called it good for several months. Then I started running around the track behind Clayton MS, and was only able to do like a half lap before I about died. But I worked at it all summer, and by the end of it, I joined the gym at UNR (this was right before I started college) and was running 3 miles everyday. Now it's all I do- there are no public pools nearby, and my biking skills are lacking since I haven't been riding much lately. Good blog. Fun to learn history... :)