Round 2, Day #38: 6 miles after going to the doctor for what I found out is an outer ear infection. 50:27, good for 8:25. My fitness is growing. I am a lean, mean Neanderthal machine. More steroid drops prescribed. Finally got them at 8pm from CVS, then hopped on the treadmill and put it into autopilot while I finished reading "Born to Run" for the umpteenth time. Yes, I'm a sap. Yes, I nearly cried reading the second to last chapter. Got to make a renewed effort to eat more fruits and veggies. I feel like I am slacking. This weight has to come off! The run overall was amazing and the only time during the entire day that I didn't dread swallowing, talking, chewing or anything. It's amazing how running is truly the cure for everything!
The doc's scale so lies, Fatty deposits convince scale to edge upward.
“I never really discussed this with anyone because it sounds pretentious, but I started running ultras to become a better person. I thought if you could run one hundred miles, you’d be in this Zen state. You’d be the fucking Buddha, bringing peace and a smile to the world. It didn’t work in my case - I’m the same old punk-ass as before - but there’s always that hope that it will turn you into the person you want to be, a better, more peaceful person. When I’m out on a long run, the only thing in life that matters is finishing the run. For once, m brain isn’t going blehblehbleh all the time. Everything quiets down, and the only thing going on is pure flow. It’s just me and the movement and the motion. That’s what I love - just being a barbarian, running through the woods.” - Jenn Shelton
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