How long it takes to build up one’s endurance and how quickly it slips away.
Taking stock via a post-morterm of the Infinity Gauntlet Challenge, considering it was a total of 19.3 miles run over two days, I’m not-so-incredibly hulkingly stiff, sore, and smashed.
This morning I went for a painfully slow 4 miles and I’m feeling the age, the toll of time and cumulative distances both run and avoided, and the quicksand lethargy that comes from injury and slow recovery. On the plus side, I’m better than I was in Ventura, and indeed better than the days I had taken off post-Ventura. But I’m very, very leery of the marathon distance.
That’s a good thing, though. One should ALWAYS respect the distance. It’s never easy… it’s just sometimes a little less hard. That said, I’m a bit of a grouch. I said to my Mom and brother this morning as we went our separate ways for the day, that I’m such a grouch I feel I should be living in a garbage can.
After that I spent way too long googling various theme songs for Oscar the Grouch.
This is what happens when I have internet access. Yet one more reason to wish I was back on that Disney ship sailing the seven seas.
Speaking of which, I’ve finished my note to Disney about some castmembers on that voyage. It’s typical me — too wordy, rambling, and repetitive, but not artistically “I have a dream…” repetitive, just repetitive. I cut out some of the rambling and it was as good as I could imagine it getting… so off it went.
Thus having crossed that off my “to do” list, I think I’m going to tackle the questioning theoretical equation “Diet Coke and Aleve = new sports drink?”
I call it a Kev-tail.
No, no. That’s a terrible name.
Sigh.
On top of everything else, I seem to be suffering from sub-par-punitis.