I ran 10 miles today (20 March 2014), for the first time since high school. And without having run since the end of November or very early December. Well, I guess I only ran the first 8.3 miles or so; after that I was going so slow on account of my quads tightening up too much that I started walking because it would be faster.
I set out to do a long run, thinking 6 or 7 miles. But before I had even hit 2 miles, I had decided I was going to do 10, knowing full well that it was folly. I’ll probably write a poem about it, but right now I’ve got to get some sleep, as my muscles need to recover.
Update: the poem is “On the Transmogrification of Pain“