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Why I like running
Mar. 26th, 2015 10:41 pmI honestly don't get my body, sometimes.
Today, I was exhausted. I sometimes feel really fatigued when I'm pmsing and that was hitting me hard today. Plus, I've had not even close to enough good sleep the past week, and I'm struggling with sinus allergies and a ton of fluid in my ears - this means that sounds coming from outside of myself are just loud and noisy and I have to work a lot harder to make out what the kids are saying to me at work, while sounds coming from me are mostly just deadened and I can barely hear myself speak. I don't have an earache or headache or anything, but it wears me out after a long day of trying to deal with loud, exuberant preschoolers.
So I was not exactly feeling it when it was time to go to the gym this afternoon, but I dutifully trudged along to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eve11 and after some difficulties (the locker room is closed because of renovations) we made it onto the treadmills. And despite continuing to feel a bit hellish right up through my stretching and everything, I had a fantastic run. I felt really good all the way through, in spite of pushing myself a lot harder than I planned in the second mile.
There's really no predicting it. Because this happens often, but other times I feel fine right up till I get on the treadmill and suddenly it's like I'm swimming through molasses with lead weights strapped to my limbs.
Anyway, I won't complain about today's experience because I came out of the run feeling quite triumphant. And then Eve and I went to the local bar to eat and watch the Pens game. I will, however, complain about the Pens. They are experiencing a long dark teatime of the soul, to borrow a phrase from Douglas Adams. Things are just inexplicably, weirdly bad for long stretches of time, they have one or two good games to give us all hope that they've got it sorted out, and then the dark returns. It was dark tonight. Very weirdly, inexplicably dark.
Today, I was exhausted. I sometimes feel really fatigued when I'm pmsing and that was hitting me hard today. Plus, I've had not even close to enough good sleep the past week, and I'm struggling with sinus allergies and a ton of fluid in my ears - this means that sounds coming from outside of myself are just loud and noisy and I have to work a lot harder to make out what the kids are saying to me at work, while sounds coming from me are mostly just deadened and I can barely hear myself speak. I don't have an earache or headache or anything, but it wears me out after a long day of trying to deal with loud, exuberant preschoolers.
So I was not exactly feeling it when it was time to go to the gym this afternoon, but I dutifully trudged along to meet
eve11 and after some difficulties (the locker room is closed because of renovations) we made it onto the treadmills. And despite continuing to feel a bit hellish right up through my stretching and everything, I had a fantastic run. I felt really good all the way through, in spite of pushing myself a lot harder than I planned in the second mile. There's really no predicting it. Because this happens often, but other times I feel fine right up till I get on the treadmill and suddenly it's like I'm swimming through molasses with lead weights strapped to my limbs.
Anyway, I won't complain about today's experience because I came out of the run feeling quite triumphant. And then Eve and I went to the local bar to eat and watch the Pens game. I will, however, complain about the Pens. They are experiencing a long dark teatime of the soul, to borrow a phrase from Douglas Adams. Things are just inexplicably, weirdly bad for long stretches of time, they have one or two good games to give us all hope that they've got it sorted out, and then the dark returns. It was dark tonight. Very weirdly, inexplicably dark.
