...she asks...
"Good" I say, "31:20 around the block."
"Really?"
"Yah, I felt good."
"Well good." She says. "I don't want to hear any more whining from you then"
Half of the time that my wife is worrying about me there's a good reason and I try to accept that. The other half of the time she is just worrying for nothing and I try to ease her fears. Then there's the other half of the time when she tells me to stop whining, and it's then that I know I'm in pretty good shape!
And yes I know that's 3 half's, but my wife is trying to live life to the fullest.....and then some. Thank goodness for that, since 1 1/2 half's allows her at least some time to take care of herself instead of worrying about me.
Don't get me wrong. I like it that she cares about me but I can also tell you that when she told me to stop whining this morning I was in immediate agreement. After all, my life is perfect!!
And as to my run today I was indeed pleased. I just set out to make a little extra effort today and I felt quite good. Well actually I only felt quite good for about 10 minutes, and after that I felt like hell! People often ask where it hurts when you are running hard and as of yet I have been unable to explain it. This morning I actually tried to take an inventory while I was running, and I think I had a bit of a revelation. From a purely physical perspective, somehow it just hurt everywhere. I found that it was not possible to narrow it down to legs, or lungs, or heart. It just hurt everywhere!
And then it hit me!! My head hurts! Yes, more than anything else, my head! The place where I make decisions....no not that head smartass...the one on top of my head. The head that contains my brain. The brain where all of my nerves endings are connected. The brain that tells me that if only I were to stop running, it would stop hurting.
If that sounds a bit flighty let me assure you that it is the best I can do. The feelings I describe are especially apparent in short races where the pain starts almost right away, but even when I struggled in my Ironman marathon I could not tell you that I had to walk because my feet hurt, or because I was out of breath. I walked when my head insisted that it was in too much pain.
And that of course is just my take on the whole affair. I'm sure others may see it differently.
(swim drills, run 7.3 kms 31:20)
"That's your best friend and your worst enemy - your own brain."---Fred Durst
"Good" I say, "31:20 around the block."
"Really?"
"Yah, I felt good."
"Well good." She says. "I don't want to hear any more whining from you then"
Half of the time that my wife is worrying about me there's a good reason and I try to accept that. The other half of the time she is just worrying for nothing and I try to ease her fears. Then there's the other half of the time when she tells me to stop whining, and it's then that I know I'm in pretty good shape!
And yes I know that's 3 half's, but my wife is trying to live life to the fullest.....and then some. Thank goodness for that, since 1 1/2 half's allows her at least some time to take care of herself instead of worrying about me.
Don't get me wrong. I like it that she cares about me but I can also tell you that when she told me to stop whining this morning I was in immediate agreement. After all, my life is perfect!!
And as to my run today I was indeed pleased. I just set out to make a little extra effort today and I felt quite good. Well actually I only felt quite good for about 10 minutes, and after that I felt like hell! People often ask where it hurts when you are running hard and as of yet I have been unable to explain it. This morning I actually tried to take an inventory while I was running, and I think I had a bit of a revelation. From a purely physical perspective, somehow it just hurt everywhere. I found that it was not possible to narrow it down to legs, or lungs, or heart. It just hurt everywhere!
And then it hit me!! My head hurts! Yes, more than anything else, my head! The place where I make decisions....no not that head smartass...the one on top of my head. The head that contains my brain. The brain where all of my nerves endings are connected. The brain that tells me that if only I were to stop running, it would stop hurting.
If that sounds a bit flighty let me assure you that it is the best I can do. The feelings I describe are especially apparent in short races where the pain starts almost right away, but even when I struggled in my Ironman marathon I could not tell you that I had to walk because my feet hurt, or because I was out of breath. I walked when my head insisted that it was in too much pain.
And that of course is just my take on the whole affair. I'm sure others may see it differently.
(swim drills, run 7.3 kms 31:20)
"That's your best friend and your worst enemy - your own brain."---Fred Durst
Love
Perterr
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