Running 100 Miles is Hard...
Obvious? Of course. Yet still true and never more so until you think back over and over again at what you went through for that 100 miles and what you go through in the recovery stages afterwards.
I wrote a full post on how my body broke down, got really sick and how I refused to go to the doctor for 12 days of a bad chest cold and then I hit something on my keyboard and suddenly it's 1995 and you just lost your entire history paper and you have to start all over again. By no means does that make me want to take this computer, lift it straight over my head, and slam it off my desk until it shatters into 900 pieces of crappy Chinese manufacturing.
So here's the gist of it lacking in the humility, hilarity and overall excellent readability that I presented it in before:
-Ran 100 Miles.
-Felt great afterwards. Physically and mentally.
-Ego drove me to run 6 miles 3 days later.
-Immediately got sick. Body was pissed. "I hate you Jeremy. You are an a-hole for doing this to me." -my bodies inner monologue said through it's typical British accent.
-Refused to accept that my running was responsible for my immune system filing for unemployment and giving up on me. Tried to get better by running sprints on a baseball diamond, running faster and with more hills and drinking beer.
-Above recovery plan failed. With epic proportions.
-Recovery Plan B: Run 20 miles in 5 hours at elevation in colder climate over extremely rugged terrain. Follow this up with 4 hour scream fest at Diamondbacks game along with copious amounts of American made beer and processed food.
-Return to misery.
Recovery is Bliss
Luckily God created Man so he could then create Woman who then could tell Man he was being an ego driven idiot and should stay home an actually rest. Man listens to Woman. Man recovers. Woman smarter than Man.
So in the end it still rings true. Running 100 miles is hard. One way or another it's going to get you. Either the anxiety before the race, the beat down on the trail or the aftermath afterwards. Had I just gone to the doctors office say...after 3 days instead of 13 I probably would have had much less of an aftermath but that's pretty standard for me. Oh, that's a compound fracture on your arm? Neosporin and ace bandage. Be healed in 3 days. Idiot.
So after a couple weeks of feable running attempts, weakened body, and generally not any interest in running I'm back to my old ambitious minded self. While I'm going to be out of town for the Man Against Horse 50M on October 1st I still plan to run the Running on the Moon 50K as well as one of the races for the Cave Creek Thriller on October 29th. We'll see what else the month holds but at least I'm back in the seat. Looking forward to sub 100 degree temperatures and a return to the Arizona weather we all suffer through the summers to enjoy.