In my infinite wisdom, I have decided to run the Pear Blossom 5k this weekend with my wife. In my earlier years, I would scoffed at the idea of this being a challenge. But since my knees went to shit on me, running has become part of the past.
Regardless, I dusted off the old running shoes last night and ran a mile... one solitary mile to see how I would feel. My body got angry at me. I was way more tired than I had expected to be, and my knee is already little sore today.
So there it is. This is what I've become - a whiner, a complainer, a man full of excuses. My plan now revolves around ibuprofen, ice, and pure stubbornness. I will run one more mile tonight just to give my lungs a shock and then wait till Saturday.
Everything in me is saying that I should take it easy and run at my wife's pace - finish the race and get on with my life. But I will not. This weekend has become my Little Big Horn but it will not be my last stand.
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"Take it easy and run at my wife's pace"... really?
Yes... I'm just now reading this.
And later... I'll be "just now" kicking your ass. ;)
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