My pain memory is shockingly short. I'm hobbling around the house like an eighty-year-old after this morning's trail run/race in Tsali...and thinking strange hallucinatory thoughts like...
"That wasn't bad. Was fifteen miles long enough?" Yeah right, around mile 8 I wanted to punch myself in the face.
"I could have gone faster." Yeah right, I was set on 'trudge' and definitely couldn't have.
"I should run more/longer/competitively." Yeah right, my mantra during the race was "Please never again".
The rose-colored glasses go on about twelve minutes after a race. Stoic? No. Stupid? Maybe.
No comments:
Post a Comment