I thought that running 30 days in a row would be an interesting challenge. I ran 7 of 8 days, splitting my time between the treadmill and outside. On day 9 I was so bloody sore and my right hip was in pain; a sharp shooting pain that made every sneeze second guess itself.
This is day 2 of rest and stretch/mobility stuff and I am beginning to feel much better. The muscle that flexes the big toe on my left foot felt bruised almost; this is about 75-80 percent.
My legs are still a bit sore and a bit tired – I can feel this when I take the stairs.
My hip isn’t as sore – I did however take ibuprofen I’m the middle of the night so I could get some rest. I tried to mentally overcome it but ended up with help.
I feel the need for another rest day tomorrow and then run again on Thursday with subsequent runs on Friday (depending on how I feel) and Sunday.
I also want to touch on this poem that is resonating with me at the moment: “Do not go gentle into the night” by Dylan Thomas.
Struggling against death is the only way to live. Through that struggle you grow and learn then struggle against something else continuously striving to be better, and when reaching a milestone you immediately set out for the next.
I have never done this. I didn’t think from this perspective. Your comfort zone will kill you because you atrophy intellectually and physically. A sedentary lifestyle is comfortable, and it will kill you with things like heart disease and diabetes. TV will kill your creativity and critical thinking skills – but it is comfortable to binge watch a show.
That was my comfort zone – I recognize this – enter running. It’s me against me; body versus mind.
I do not want to be on my death bed with regrets. I do not want to go gentle into that good night.
That got deep…
Happy Running.