Today I ran 16 miles.
It was slow but I did it. And though I felt a twinge in my tibia now and again, it was not debilitating nor indicative of an end-of-the-road injury. Having finished the run, it all seems… fine. Not great. Not life-changing… but not life-changing in a bad way either. It just… is.
I’m slow and my cardio isn’t where it should be by any stretch of the imagination. Hills, or should I say merely inclines, which I haven’t had to deal with in preceding weeks due to training in the flatlands of Florida, proved challenging and downright interminable in the Hollywood Hills.
I made a quick trip to La-La Land to check in on industry woes and meet up with some friends from along the way. Emotionally fulfilling if physically exhausting as I ping-ponged the city streets to catch people in real life. In some small way, that was always appropriate training for what lies ahead.
Cleveland Rocks and Rolls its way toward me like a slow train. But it’s an unstoppable force. Am I an immovable object? As a would-be marathon runner, one has to hope I am moveable. Only time will tell.