The Power Of Pushing Your Limits.

Ran 7.6 miles this morning pushing my daughter in her big stroller on the Scioto Trail that runs along downtown Columbus.
That’s the farthest I ran since October 2002. I use to run 6-7 days a week back then, per my coaches’ orders. I was 185lbs then.
Due to my own short sighted then ignorance, I was anti long distance running for a spell, and pro anaerobic training.

I love running again. It wasn’t easy today, I’m 234lbs, that’s a lot of joint compression, on top of squating/deadlifting heavy once a week, but my knees and ankles feel good.

It was funny, people were making comments to me as they were running by, a teenager yelled to me as he passed by “Now that’s a good dad!” Another lady, “You are badass!” A dude said hardcore.

I’m sure it’s a site seeing a big dude pushing a stroller with a beautiful baby girl, grunting and growling while chugging away..

Boy, after 6.5 miles and running those little hills the thoughts came, fuck this!, you can’t make it, it’s too damn hot! Etc but I kept chugging.
The hills felt like they had arms holding my legs back. It was HOT and your mind starts chattering with doubt. That’s the fun part though, battling that, silencing the doubt.

Some small dudes would run by me like gazelles every so often and as they ran by, I would grab some of thir energy.
The last mile was far harder than the first mile was when I began running again.

I didn’t throw up in this 90 degree heat, and I feel good.

I’m in shape and that was a nice gauge of my aerobic capacity today.
To those of you that run marathons…

You have my utmost respect for the mind fuck that running in extreme conditions can be.

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