Not all of my runs are good. This one wasn't. I didn't dress warm enough. It misted. It was foggy. I spent most of my miles not being able to see out of my glasses. 4.5 miles away from home I started realizing how bad this sucked. My left knee and hip took turns being pissed at me. I didn't stop. I made it home.
Sometimes I think that I give the impression on this blog that everything is always good in my world because I pray, I read, I listen to good music and I run. For the record, my life is messy at times!
I am always interested in people that tell me that they don't run because of their knees. I had ACL and Meniscus surgery on my knee so I usually discount those excuses as "excuses." I hate excuses. I am going to the Y tomorrow. I am going to bench press far less than most of the other guys in the weight room. Is it because it makes my shoulders hurt and that's why I don't bench more? NO. . .it's because I am not tough enough to overcome the pain of weightlifting to get stronger so I CAN bench more. . ."Hurts my knees." Whatever . . .
I am currently reading a new John Eldridge book. I am reading "Into The Wild" again and I am reading an issue of Backpacker magazine . . .
