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.