There is this point in your body when you push it to its extreme that it fights you. That you feel sick and out of your head. You just can’t figure out how to fix it. How to get back to neutral ground.
There is a similarity between running 30 kilometers and taking a bunch of Valium with a wine chaser. Both take your body to places it has never been and really doesn’t want to be. You will come out the other side a different person. Your sense of the world altered. Your appreciation for your body renewed and strong. Both courses of action will leave you breathless and nauseous. Every fiber of your being begging you “why?”
Becoming a marathon runner is one of the craziest things i’ve ever done. This month i have run 230 kilometers. I am blistered and sore. Constantly hungry. Yesterday i ran 17 miles. I ran for three hours. I got lost in the woods. I panicked. I got my bearings. And i ran some more. I spent the evening in a weird daze. My mind and body taken to this new plateau of physical punishment.
I feel amazing.
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Great post! The pain and the pleasure really does make us crazy people, huh? ;) Good luck with the rest of the training.
TP
I’m so impressed, and all this in a year!
Delurking to say that while I was in the shower this morning, I felt like I HAD to check up on your blog – haven’t been by in a while, though I am a big fan. When I did I discovered that you are doing well, though you have your hard days, and running is paying off.
I’m starting that journey, a little slower because I’m older and much heavier, but hokey as it sounds, that may have been the reason I needed to read you today.
Hang in there. It has been a huge transition from (understandably!) utterly immersed in kids to the hope bomb of starting a life that works for you.
I’m here with you.