There is a guy who I see running around the park all the time. Let's call him Mark . . . cuz that's his name. I first noticed him a couple of years ago. I would be working in the yard and Mark would run past. Half an hour later, I would see him pass by again. Another 45 minutes or so and there he is again. He runs every day and his short runs last two hours. Running for him is a major part of his life.
I know it can be stress relieving. You can get out there and clear your mind. But it's hard to clear your mind when all you can think about is how much pain you are in.
Now, I am a wimp! I do not suffer pain gladly. So I was thinking about all this as I ran the park last night. It had been raining earlier so everything was very crisp and clean smelling. I was trying to enjoy the run. My breathing was fairly even and unlabored. But my legs were screaming at me. I made it around to the mile mark and stumbled to the house.
The important thing is that I did it, for the first time in a week. And I did it in 12:16.
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