As I sit here debating which leg is going to be tighter when
I finally accept the fact that there is no magic panacea for soreness, I’m
realizing that I still am very warm. I’m
sure my heart rate remains elevated and I think my visual acuity continues to
surpass the average. However, I also
have a couple extra yawns but surprisingly, no desire whatsoever to gripe, at
anything. I’m not sure what it is,
because yesterday I was a grumpy humbugger and probably a disaster to be
around, but today, I woke up with a pop despite what I thought was a lack of adequate
sleep, got to the gym by 5:30, worked out for a good 2 hours straight, and just
finished a wonderful run through Franklin Park where I pushed the fatigue into
a little pocket, clasped it shut and let it collect some lint while I banged
out a nice 5 miler. Go me.
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