Up until exactly 5 days ago, I was starting to feel like a runner again. My daily runs weren't met with a sense of dread; chunky frat boys and sorority girls with ipods weren't passing me in Purcell Park. Doggone it, I just was enjoying myself.
Then.........THE BOYS. THE BOYS, of course, are my college friends. Our friend Glenn's dad passed away and so Pat and Ken came in to town for the funeral. One thing about college friends is that the relationship seems to be more permanent. You lose touch with high school friends and never seem to get to a great deal of depth with your adult friends. But college friends are there to stay no matter how long you go between visits. It's like you pick up where you left off. Unfortunately for me, where we left off was being able to stay up all night drinking beer and chewing tobacco.
I got three hours of sleep last Weds and was completely crushed the rest of the week. Worth it? Absolutely...... Am I paying for it now? In freakin' spades with loan shark interest. Ran today and felt like an old man again. Absolutely brutal. I couldn't wait for my hour run at marathon pace to be complete. Of course I can look on the bright side and say I did a good job of pacing. That's because I feel like crap after a marathon, just like I felt after today's run.
Kind of depressing that minor lapses into adolescence affect us so quickly when we get older. However, it really also made me realize I have to make decisions. I can't actually have it all anymore. Today's run was ugly, but met with a lot of resolve. We'll get the rust kicked off again and it might take all week. I'll also just read this anytime 3 hours of sleep and bad habits sound like a good idea.
Ironically, I Feel The Need To Hug It Out
3 months ago
