Holy crap.
If you are one of the two people that read this blog you will know that I went for a little run in the forest Saturday also known as the Chuckanut 50k.
ASIDE - why isn't it know as the "Chuckanut 50 km?" Whatever.
I was totally prepared to feel like this:
But instead I feel like this:
My body is kaput! If my long-winded, self-aggrandizing race report was not enough to make you throw up, here is what is essentially part two, "Chuckanut 50k redux. AKA a list of ailments I am currently suffering from because of this run."
- swollen feet
- swollen ankles
- sore back
- extreme fatigue
One of the things a friend of mine said when I expressed concern about the distance was something like, "It's going to hurt, but that's part of the challenge, right?" Right you are old buddy.
What is blowing me away is the after shock. When I finish a long and/or grueling bike ride I am super tired but my body is not so beat up. I guess that's whey they call running an impact sport and cycling isn't. Eventually even Martin catches on…
I'm sure the fact that this was my first attempt at this distance contributed to the damage AND the fact that there was a long downhill in the race AND I was trying to go fast.
Another thing that surprised me is how much my back is complaining. Up till now, only cycling bothered my back and running was comparatively stress-free in that department. Maybe it was all the bending over on the steep climbs or all the ducking under snow-laden branches? Not sure. I am sure however that it's pretty sore.
Every time I try to stand up and take a few steps it's like I just removed two plaster casts from my legs after six months of traction and the accompanying atrophy makes me feel crippled. Leaving my desk and walking up stairs makes me appreciate things like this. A lot.
I sure hope my body adapts to this abuse because I intend on running some more. Just not today. Or tomorrow.
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