Today I have some glimpse in to what it feels like to be my 13 year old son and my 86 year old grandmother at the same time.
But, today, I ran for almost 2 hours.
And my body feels it.
I am hungry and tired like a teenager and I feel old and creaky like my grandmother might. I know, from experience, that tomorrow will be slightly worse. I will do some yoga and take some ibuprofen. Then by the time I hit the pool on Monday, all will be forgiven.
Today, for the first time, my mind tried to play tricks on me during my long run. The last mile was hard, and my mind kept telling me that this wasn't worth it, that I was spending to much time away from my family, that I will never be able to run over twice this distance.
I'm glad I didn't listen.
Minor physical discomfort aside, I feel GREAT!