I did my 20-mile run Saturday. The longest before the upcoming marathon. It went fine. Jane rode along on her bike and that helps pass the time. Which is really all these longer distances are about. One foot in front of the other. I wanted to make it last 4 hours, but could only do somewhere around 3:45. It's just a long time to meander around the streets and trails.
A lot of people ask what I listen to while running. Like, it's assumed one must listen to music or podcasts or books or something. I'm thinking about making up a lie, because when I say "nothing" I get strange looks, and they seem to drop the subject.
I never used to be afraid of being vulnerable. I've noticed a change recently though. It's like I just can't say what I think; or find the right words to describe what I mean. I change the audience on almost all my Facebook posts to "only me" because I either get embarrassed by what I wrote, or someone leaves a comment that signals I haven't communicated clearly what I meant to say. I seem to be involved in more misunderstandings and I'm scared to even speak sometimes, because I'm sure I'll get it wrong.
So, I run around for hours on end, not listening to anything. It's lonely. I'm glad my wife goes on the long runs at least.
As for the 20-miler... I feel fortunate in that I am not presently feeling any aches and pains, I seem to have escaped injury this year, and other than being tired most of the time... I feel pretty good physically. Other than yesterday and today when my nose has run like a faucet. I'm hoping it's just allergies.
This is about as far as I can go today...
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