Today is the third day of the Labor Day weekend. I ran only one measly mile today. Not a good start to playing catch up. I seem to have forgotten how strenuous it is to run the morning after drinking a lot of beer the night before. My sister-in-law got engaged recently so she and her future husband came into town and we had a barbecue. Her fiancé and I got to know one another better this weekend by consuming as much beer as we could and playing ping-pong. This is a nice platform for two men to get to know each other and to bond. After much smack talk and chest beating we agreed that being brother-in-laws would be perfectly fine.
I am going to have to go for broke soon and at least accomplish 2.62 miles just once to get my body prepared for my mind’s expectations. Maybe tomorrow will be the day. I have observed that the natural process of soreness from running begins with the ankles for a couple of days. Then the ankles become accustomed, leading up to the calves feeling as stiff as rusted gears for a few days. And then, just as the calves and knees get situated in their new predicament, the hamstrings and the quads ache with fury. I have to hope that my muscles are situating from the bottom to the top and that they no longer ache after the glutes.
2,066.1 miles to go.
I am going to have to go for broke soon and at least accomplish 2.62 miles just once to get my body prepared for my mind’s expectations. Maybe tomorrow will be the day. I have observed that the natural process of soreness from running begins with the ankles for a couple of days. Then the ankles become accustomed, leading up to the calves feeling as stiff as rusted gears for a few days. And then, just as the calves and knees get situated in their new predicament, the hamstrings and the quads ache with fury. I have to hope that my muscles are situating from the bottom to the top and that they no longer ache after the glutes.
2,066.1 miles to go.
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