The complete recovery has happened just in time for the hot
weather. This is an unfortunate bit of timing and one that is going to hamper
the work on a personal fitness goal... to be able to run around the block
without needing a stretcher and oxygen. Fitness is a strange thing. All types
of exercise need different types of fitness. So while one is fitter than
most... running is damned hard... on everything. It is particularly tough on
lungs that have scar tissue from the little bout of pleurisy, pneumonia and a
partial collapse, affectionately known round here as the Christmas special.
While the block is not huge it might as well be a half
marathon as far as some body parts are concerned. Not that one is planning on a
marathon at any stage... far too much respect for the aging joints. A block however, is
a reasonable goal. Well it is for someone who used to be a damned good long
distance runner. So for now one has to content oneself with running on
treadmills until it is cool enough to run outside. A situation that one is the
first to admit is much easier on those aging joints J
How do we get to be like this? You watch children running
around... everywhere. Something happens to us as adults. We stop running around
and become respectable and sedentary. We no longer run and shriek (both
excellent for the lungs) and start plodding along, weighed down by the
responsibility of being an adult.
So yeah... the block... running...
Maybe no shrieking though...
Well not after the first few weeks at any rate...
The pain has to stop some time...
Right?
2 comments:
"The pain has to stop sometime"
That's what I keep telling my head...It refuses to accept.
Damn you! You're supposed to say soothing, supportive things... you know... lie :(
Post a Comment