What a dramatic title.

Makes what I do sound so much more mythic and “trial” like.

Actually, it’s more like “third day discomfort” than any real pain.

I try and pay attention to my body a little more than I did when I was 20.  I’d stop if anything really started to hurt in a bad way.

But it made me wonder why the third day is harder somehow.  Maybe it’s just that the previous two days “aches” have had a chance to catch up to me…it’s hard to say what’s going on.

So…I’ve been running a little over a mile the last three days.  Trying to ease back into it.  I thought I’d spend about a year easing and then bump up the mileage to a good 1.75 miles.

Kidding.  A mile isn’t too impressive.

It’s a start, though.

Looking for running videos this morning, I came across this one.

It’s a long documentary but it helps to have something else to compare my tiny amount of discomfort to.

I run in the morning when it’s cool.  In the mountains of WNC, it’s usually a little cooler than most places in the South.

This morning the moon was full and there was a lot of light and it was a really pleasant temperature.

Look where these guys choose to race.

Holy Smokes….it’s smoking hot in the desert.

I’m not hurting nearly as bad as I thought I was.

There are a few ultramarathoners who might be known by name…Dean Karnazes is the only one I can think of right now…but for the most part these guys seem to do it because they love the activity.

In these days of A-Rod and watching sports turning more and more into some weird diseased business, it’s pretty refreshing to see a bunch of people who do it for the love of the sport.

Sadly, that’s getting more unusual.

It’s exciting to feel my small amount of discomfort again.  I love running.  It’s good to start to slowly get back into it again.

I know from the past what discomfort leads to.

It’s a good thing to work through.