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June 04, 2005
44:47/150
After breakfast this morning my body and head felt as if they'd been injected with warm vinegar. Strange and disagreeable feeling, like having heartburn all over. But all I'd had was toast, jam, and fruit juice, so I don't think it was food poisoning.
By 10 am that feeling was gone. I was only tired. For the last few days Diane's been a real pain to put to sleep. Then she gets up before 6 am. Nathalie's had it up to her ears with Diane's tantrums. Cannot figure it out.
As I started getting my wet running clothes on, I wondered whether I was going to get a headache. Thankfully I did not. Running when you're not injured is probably not fun for normal people, but it can be good. It can put your body back in order, and give you a feeling that's on the borderline between a sense of accomplishment and a sense of relief.
No headache, so I'm relieved.
I asked myself for the first three or four kilometers why I run. The answer cannot be fear of getting fat again. Nor am I getting ready to run the marathon in Chambéry. It's not even a habit, because my runs are too varied for that. My nominal goal is a sub-3-hour marathon, but I don't think about that much.
I seem to be running because I... enjoy is too strong... appreciate it, in the sense of seeing some value in it.
No wonder other people would rather play soccer or ride mountain bikes.
Posted by Mark at June 4, 2005 11:32 AM