I ate it today on my run. No, no, I didn't fall. I just died HARD and ate some humble pie. Wow, you think you're fit and that you can dictate how your body should move and feel, but no. It's good to have runs like today where I just feel horrible and really, truly suffer through the run as if I were a novice and hadn't run a single step in my life. I can't chose to have my body do whatever I wish. I am not as strong as I think, and there's always more to improve upon. It happens to everyone. So, a staggeringly awful run like today gives me great perspective from which to appreciate the good runs even more. I'm already hobbling around and it's only been a few hours.
Another day, another run. Tomorrow will be better.
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