Running is a new, perhaps short-lived addiction of mine. Cold mornings, cold evenings, tired – I’m still doing it. This is big news, given my dislike of running.
With a bung knee, not only do normal joints and muscles protest, but my right knee whines and stiffens in protest, many hours after.
And yet – I’m curiouser every day about what my mind can do [can I use the word against?] against my body. This is probably well studied and much used in sports circles, but not often have I experienced this. Pushing further than one thought they could. Pushing harder. Keeping on going when all.you.want.to.do.is.STOP.
It’s a new feeling. And not one just mitigated by the YOULOVEEXERCISING chemical haze of endorphins – it can happen before those suckers kick in.
Why can I make myself keep going until, say, the next song or the next telephone pole?
Do you have fantastic or fanatic experiences with pushing past physical limits?