Pam and I have started to put long runs back to back. Like last weekend we did 20km on Saturday and then I followed it with a 32km on Sunday. Sunday was hard, but not as hard as the very first time I did 29km and thought I was going to die. My hips were killing me that run and I was starting to wondering how much more effect it would take if I started to crawl. But I made it through, just as I made it through the 32km this weekend.
I was pumped going into the weekend. Maybe it was becasue my Chiroprator that 2 months ago was wondering if running maybe wasn't the best choice for my body, told me Friday that long distances looked good on me, and that my body wasn't a mess anymore. I was in great shape to run. He was surprised, but I was surprised more when he called me an athlete. I zoned out for a couple minutes after that, at 30 years old I'm an athlete??? Really this coming from a guy that treats football player, is actually calling me an athlete, no way this is GREAT. Funny how when I was in High School playing basketball all the time being an athlete was no big deal, it was easy to run around, throw a ball, but at thirty it's like a badge of honor. Something that I want to scream out at the world, "Hey world, look at me I'm an ATHLETE. Ya that's right, me the person that 2 years ago was pretty sure running more than 5 mins wasn't possible" But I won't, I will tell people about how 2 years ago I liked my couch more than my runners, and that I don't ever want to go back there, and hope that more people will get off the couch and join the ranks of us athletes. It a pretty cool place to be.