Ouch… (Well, the good kind of Ouch)

Finally did it for the first time since the marathons.

Ran until I woke up sore the next day. 8.5 on Thursday. 7.5 on Friday. And Saturday was the perimeter loop with Mac, the guy who ran the Marine Corps Marathon, and Ron another guy from the unit who just happens to be our PT coordinator. Both of the guys apologized to me before the run in the event they weren’t able to keep up (the marathon thing carries a lot of weight, apparently), and proceeded to run me into the ground.

No, actually, it was a great run. We all stayed conversational, even over the steep, steep parts of the perimeter road, pushed hard, but not injury hard, and had a great time. Kind of a confessional of sorts between us, admitting that indeed, we all loved to run, and were even closet hippies in that there were times that we wished we could lose the cages and quit burning fossils for transportation. Not a bad way at all to spend an afternoon.

This morning, I woke up with the familiar tightness in the thighs, and the good tightness in the calves. Stretched a bit, stopped for a Tim’s on the way to the office, and decided to be happy with my 20 miles for the week and declare victory.

Hope everyone else had a great weekend. The first t-ball game went better than expected – only had one kid (somehow not mine – I’m still aglow as a proud father) watch a ball roll past while he was digging in the dirt, and only had one fight over who got to catch the ball. But all-in-all the kids were amazing. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. There was the whole “Can I hit first? Can I? Can I?” and the “Oooh, Oooh, can I play pitcher?”, but I count that as pretty much my fault for not making lineups ahead of time.

But I’m excited – We even started working on the concept of “backing up” the teammates – letting the guy closest have the first shot at catching the ball, and the next closest go a couple of yards (meters) behind in case the ball or the throw gets through.

Nobody got hurt, there were no tears. And, the wife remembered to go and get Snack, which, of course, is the most important part of the game!

4 thoughts on “Ouch… (Well, the good kind of Ouch)”

  1. Ahh, I remember those t-ball days. What a blast they were. My son ran to 3rd instead of 1st. I remember somebody picking dandelions in the field. Simple pleasures, man they grow up fast.

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