Running is dangerous

There were the last vestiges of the migraine from hell this morning. So one did the sensible thing of hauling on running gear to go and see if the body could kick around some endorphins and mitigate some of it. Running is the least favourite past time... ever. That is mainly because one is still too heavy for it. When we think of running we think of a graceful gait like a gazelle, when in reality one looks and feels more like a large cart horse clumping along. Yet still one persists because it is so good for the lungs... if not the pride.

For the last few months one has been steadily working a two prong attack on the running thing. You need both stamina and speed to run well. So there have been timed runs to increase the endurance and laps to increase the explosive speed component. Now the longer timed runs are fine... if a little cart horseish. But the explosive speed is... well let's just say that the cart horse is going to fall prey very quickly shall we?

Today it finally came together on the laps. The body hit its stride and the run was magic. The legs and the breathing synced up, the endorphins flowed and that wonderful feeling of joy suffused everything. There was no pain... just peace and perfection...

Right up until one went home and managed to burn a finger on some oil in a pan

Quite badly too one suspects...

Not quite sure how badly 'cos there are still too many endorphins floating around, but the blister that is forming probably isn't a good sign

But the run was bliss J