Comparison is the thief of joy
I began running at 30 years old; I’d always wanted to be able to run but didn’t know where to start, there were no C25k apps or beginner’s running courses, in fact I was clueless, but I would watch other runners enviously, and think to myself “I want to do that”.
To start off with I ran with a friend, we joined a local running club, Fareham Leisure Centre running club as it was known and then Stubbington Green Runners. It was great fun, there was no pressure, just lots of team events, relays, even marathons; no smart watches, or smart cameras or running apps. I ran for the sheer joy of it.
But as my running improved, and with the dawn of social media and advances in running gadgets and technology breaking over the horizon, Garmin 2003 and Strava 2009, a completely new world opened up to me, a world of stats, kudos and comparisons.
And along with this shiny new numerical data I started to experience some mental barriers that at times made my running journey quite challenging; this hadn’t happened before, and this differential data was sucking the joy out of running.