It’s my second day of training, but my first day of running. For more on how this is possible, read yesterday’s post. Or don’t. Doesn’t matter. The point is, the running has begun.
Today’s thing was a 30 minute run. Seems easy enough.
Now, I’ll tell you, I’m not going into this in great condition. I’ve got a nagging leg injury that I’m not entirely sure what it is, plus a shoulder that’s been killing me for a while. You’d think that wouldn’t matter because you don’t run with your shoulders, but it turns out you kinda do. When I was doing long runs before, I started getting what I thought was weird chest pain, but now I’m sure it’s pain radiating out from my shoulder.
Anyway, the point here is that I’m old. And so this will be a real challenge. Sure, anyone can run a marathon with their stupid, perfect bodies. It takes real courage to run one in a slop pile with a semi-functional butthole (oh yeah, that’s a thing).
It takes a lot of courage to do what I do. I know you’re afraid to say that to my face, so I’ll say it. That way you don’t have to, but it still gets said, which is important. I appreciate the compliment, and I appreciate the acknowledgement of what a brave person I am.