That was in the time when I still hung Indian blankets or white bed sheets over the TV in hotel rooms and lived out my wrapping dreams, à la Christo, (whom I’m still a huge fan of to this day.) It did me good to not always have the dark black boxes in view during my stays in hotels.
JOGGING ISN’T FOR ME…
OR IS IT?
OR IS IT?
“Jogging isn’t for me. I was convinced
of this for many years, until one day I switched on the television in a hotel
at just the right moment…”
That was in the time when I still hung Indian blankets or white bed sheets over the TV in hotel rooms and lived out my wrapping dreams, à la Christo, (whom I’m still a huge fan of to this day.) It did me good to not always have the dark black boxes in view during my stays in hotels. But on that particular day, when I opened room no. 219, dropped my suitcases and, as always, was about to cover up the TV as a first step, but I instead grabbed the remote control (which is always in the same places in hotel rooms) pressed the red button and picked a channel.
And boom, on the screen appeared a man in over the age of 50, although it was hard to estimate his age exactly. The guy looked super fit and super friendly, an outdoors guy… He was neither fat nor thin, and he raved on about jogging in front of the camera, and how a avid non-runner could easily get into this world. And then I was curious; could he actually conjure up some magic reason that would inspire me to start jogging after all? Then he said the following:
“Run for one minute around your kitchen table
every day for a week and stick strictly to the given time.
Don’t overexert yourself and take it slow!”
I beg your pardon? I had to laugh out loud. Don’t overexert yourself?
How was that supposed to work in one minute? And yet I was immediately motivated to start right there in my hotel room, where I was standing in front of the TV and just like that I was converted. There wasn’t a kitchen table, but there was a closet and a bed. In between I could also run back and forth without overexerting myself… He said, “No matter how long you run for, whether a minute or an entire hour, always run as slowly as you need so that you can still talk.” Yeah, that sounded tempting! He went on to say, “In the second week, you go up to two minutes.” …huh? “In the third, up to three, and if you feel like doing more in the fourth week, then you are in it and probably don’t want to imagine a life without running anymore”…
And with that, he had me.
“I’ve done it everywhere since that day;
in parking lots, in dressing rooms, on the tour bus and sometimes also
in the airplane down the aisle. The main thing is that it’s daily no matter where.”
I kept strictly to my times, which sounded rather silly, as it was about one minute a day, and in fact I wanted more soon, until two years later I found myself at the START line for a half marathon in Bochum. And the moment I heard the whistle blow, I thought of that nice man on TV who had made me do it after all.