Blissful amnesia
I bet you have had this happen to you. You are running along and all of the sudden you realize your brain has shut off for the past 2-3 miles. You don’t know where it went but you are quite satisfied because for a few miles you weren’t thinking about what you had to get from the supermarket, or what had to be taken care of at work the next day, or how did your teen age children learned exactly what buttons to push, or that your feet, calves, back, knees, hips, shoulders have been hurting for the past 3 miles. I guess I will refer to this as the blissful amnesia of running.
Often I would revel in those lost mental miles, but for the most part I usually like to remember things even during the bad runs. Forgetting is not something for which I actively strive and yet often I find myself longing for a few precious moments of amnesia. Even though the forgetting I was seeking through running then and the forgetting I seek now are both forms of escapism, the former I felt like I was running away from things, while the later I feel I am running toward something.
So why am I babbling on about forgetting? Recently I was able to get out on my bike for the first time since surgery. I went to the loop at Stone Mountain and told myself I would take it very conservatively. That lasted until the first downhill. It was nice to be out on a 60 decree day chasing down other bikers and pounding it up the hills (old habits die hard). It was toward the end of the ride that I realized two things. The first was I did not realized how much power I had lost in my left leg due to the OA in my hip. Even though it was my fourth day of riding in a row and my legs felt kind of dead, I was able to keep up a pace on the rolling hills that I would have … (Click Here to View Full Post and Comments)