So, I think G-Unit (Greg Peters at La Palestra) is ready to kill me.
Are you G?
I just still don’t get this entire POSE running thing.

I ran by myself yesterday and I, again, felt all over the place.
Here is what goes through my mind when I’m running: (you might want to make sure you are seated for this)
Is my heel making contact, how much contact should it be making, should I be running more ‘flat-footed’ to ensure some heel contact, DON’T toe off, why is the ball of my foot killing me, my toes are numb, why do my knees ache, my feet are killing me, is my foot underneath my hip and more that I won’t bore you with at this point.

Then, I tell myself what Greg tells me: just lift your foot and let it fall, foot beneath your hip and don’t toe off, and fall-don’t push off. So simple, right?

My brain is exhausted–I know I am thinking too much.
That’s me.
I want to understand everything to the point of exhaustion and perfection–that’s my achilles heel!

G made me reluctantly take off my running shoes yesterday–don’t you regret that G–I warned you I had run in those socks already?
He pressed on the ball of my foot behind my toes and it was sheer pain.
There was no hiding the fact that I am striking the ground on the WRONG part of the foot. I should be making my initial contact on my mid-foot, not right behind my toes.

He makes it look so easy–though he has always told me that learning POSE is like learning a new language.
Still.
I have always thought I was linguistically talented–I mean I was fluent in Norwegian in a year. I’m learning, however, that I basically have learned the equivalent of how to say, ‘hi, my name is…’ in this new language of POSE.

Oh.
Wait.
Shoot.
Does that mean this will take a year?
G?
Greg?

See what I mean about my wonderment if G is ready to kill me.

Time will tell…we are meeting later today.

The one POSE I know well...'child pose.'

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