Looking Like An Arse – My Cadence Drills

Cadence drills make me look like an arse!

I Am Going To Be Honest Here – My Cadence Drills Make Me Look Like An Arse!

I know cadence drills are good for me – I really do. Cadence is a great sounding word too. I am surprised that more celebrities don’t name their kids ‘Cadence’. It would work equally well for a boy or a girl (not that it matters). Cadence Beckham, Cadence Kardashian…I could go on.

It is also a universal truth that once I have mastered these beautifully entitled drills I will literally float for miles across whatever surface I choose. All I have to do in return is increase my footfall between two fixed points or over a fixed time.

However, here’s the thing.

Every single time I try to practice my cadence drills I end up looking like a complete arse!

The first mistake I made was thinking it was all about speed – ok I am an idiot because nowhere does it say: “go as fast as you can lard boy”. But in my head, cadence drills were filed under ‘speed-work’ so I had to leg it. The problem was, the only way I felt I could go faster was by spreading my legs (steady) – so the faster I went the less I achieved – a sort of anti-cadence drill if you like.

After several weeks of utter failure, I asked my long-suffering wife for help. To be honest, I was so flummoxed by these drills that I was convinced that I had finally found the one problem she could never solve. Quick as a flash she said, “why don’t you take smaller steps?”. Bugger – wish I had thought of that.

Cadence drills make me look like a cross between a dressage horse and the fella from Riverdance

Cadence drills make me look like a cross between a dressage horse and the fella from Riverdance

Armed with my new-found knowledge, I approached my next set of drills with complete confidence – the wise words of my wife still ringing in my ears. My confidence was quickly shattered. In my attempts to take short strides, I ended up looking like a cross between a prancing dressage horse, John Cleese and the fella from Riverdance.

I am not joking when I say that people were openly laughing at me. They weren’t even trying to hide it. To be fair, I was giving them plenty of raw material. I tried relaxing, standing tall (puppet on a string and all that) and taking lots of mini-steps. The harder I tried the more camp I looked – the head to foot Lycra didn’t help either. I might as well have been skipping around with one hand on my hip singing “I’m a little teapot…”.

My misery was further compounded by the fact that I had to count my steps. For some reason, my coaching manual said I could only count steps on one foot – more specifically my left foot! I am not sure why this is so – but numerically speaking I am retarded. I just could not do it. In my efforts to keep my (left) foot count accurate, I would ended up shouting the numbers aloud. It wasn’t long before I could hear the police sirens heading my way.

For those of you who have mastered the cadence I salute you. For those of you who haven’t you have my empathy. I somehow feel better having written down my feelings towards these mighty drills.

Until the next time….one, two, three, four….


My name is Andrew and I live in the UK. I am married with 3 girls.

After a career as a Management Consultant spanning 20+ years, I left the bright lights of the city and am focusing my attention on Leadership Coaching and Development. In truth, I felt there was more to life than Microsoft PowerPoint and I have always enjoyed people development and while life as a freelancer scares the bejesus out of me – it has given me renewed energy.

At the same time as changing job, I wanted to take the opportunity to get fit again. When I say “fit” I mean properly fit. Not just a couple of weeks of effort followed by months inactivity (other than talking about getting fit and buying loads of gear) until my next ‘fitness fad’ came around!!

So back in October 2014, I decided that enough was enough and I was going try and start running – again! The challenge was that I was over-weight, really lacked any self-belief or had any real idea of where to start next. My state of mind was not helped by the fact I had recently undergone a series of knee operations which had had a slow (and painful) rehabilitation!

Despite all of this negativity, I found myself really wanting to run a marathon. On one hand it felt completely impossible, but on the other if felt like a real tangible goal, which, if I could achieve it would instil real belief and pride that I had achieved something special. I could have chosen the half-marathon – which is also a tough nut to crack – but in my head it had to be the full 26.2 miles. I really wanted to say that I was “a marathon runner”.

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