It’s my bithday soon and for a gift my mum wanted to send me off for dancing lessons – she’s worried I’m going to embarass her with the first dance at the wedding. I managed to persuade her that I was beyond redemption, wouldn’t be attempting anything beyond a pitiful shuffle and that I’d get far more benefit from a little running tuition.
So, I had my first session at The Running School in Battersea today. It’s a six session course and the first involves a polite form of running character assassination.
I was recorded from rear and side while giving it my all on the treadmill. From first glance at the video I thought I had a remarkably tidy gait but then Patrick started sharing his wisdom.
The inquest suggested I had excessive rotation, my feet were crossing over, my hips dropped on foot strike and I basically bounce up and down on the spot. It’s a wonder that I ever get to the finish line.
I was feeling a little despondent but Patrick seems very confident and assured me he could make a runner of me. I will watch this space with curiosity, I’ve seen the before and after videos and can’t quite place myself in the after shots.
I left with homework instructions to practice one-legged cantering. Hard to explain but you look like a plonka and it increases the merriment in the household no end.