I trained today, if that's what you want to call it. I had my first post-op double work out. I ran two measly miles, at ten minutes a piece. I thought I was doing pretty well until the turtles flew past me laughing, pointing and flipping me off. Hahahaha, not really, but I seriously felt like I was wading chest high through mud. I started kicking up the treadmill speed, you know I was desperate to run if I was happy to be on a dreadmill, but I had to reel myself in. I needed to remind myself that it isn't quite 4 weeks since they took a piece of me out, and the doctor made me promise I would ease into my training. But I got a taste of training today, and greedy me wants more. I want the sweat pouring in my eyes, teeth gritting, swearing in my head kind of training again. I miss it, I am grouchy without it, I am tired of races passing me by!
So it started some today. Not much, but a taste. The fine line that blurs between the pleasure and pain of a work out will be mine again. I will question my sanity again, ask myself why I am doing this to my body, wonder if I am going to make it through when I am only on mile 30 of a 100 mile ride. I will be dizzily happy with endorphins swirling in my body, their sweetness dripping in my veins,......Please sir, I want some more....
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