So heres what I’ve found: pausing the runnin to do some drinkin, is WAY easier than pausing the drinkin, to do some runnin.
ANYHOO…
A few weeks ago when my knees were hurting from running, this was Matts response:
“you’re moving the earth underneath
pushing it behind you
not stabbing it with stilts as you hop around
head up, shoulders back
relaxing everything that isn’t immediately engaged
focus your third eye on venus in the fourth quadrant
remove all your clothing and bask in the solar winds between alpha centauri and orion’s belt
dissolve your identity in the cosmic fluid between dimensions”
It actually works pretty well. Especially the last 4 steps.
In all honestly, I was running with Jon on christmas day and it was literally (figuratively) 10,000 degrees where we were. I hadn’t run in over a week, I was getting aches where there should be no aches, and there was friction where one would prefer there be no friction. So about halfway through, I thought to myself “self, enjoy this.” and I kinda separated myself from any discomfort I was having and just kinda kept moving at a snail’s pace, in a sort of self-induced altered mental state (although, every time my GYMBOSS™ told me to run, I said something to the effect of “awe nuts”). So there’s a thing. I lost all concentration when I went looking for a ™ symbol.
I got some new shoes, which are just like my old shoes and some compression shorts so there’s a thing. Looking forward to blasting some miles into the nethersphere with those bad boys.
Oh and Jon and I saw a turkey vulture and a kid on a bike that looked like Manny from modern family.
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