The more you drive ’em

So, I’m making a couple of concessions to age.

First, I’ve realized that I actually need sleep. And I’m getting it (kind of). 11 is late now, as opposed to 1 or 2 AM.

Second, I’ve realized that my metabolism is slowed way, way down. I can’t eat like I used to. If I do, I get fat. Even if I run.

Lastly, if you don’t use it, you lose it. When I run – the joints feel great. Take more than 2 days off, and they start getting rickety again. I’ve been taking a bit of glucosamine and chondroiton – snake oil to be sure, but it seems to work.

I’d been having a great run of sticking to the schedule, until this week life got into the way a bit. I missed two runs earlier this week (4 miles Tuesday and 2 miles yesterday). Surprise, surprise – my legs started getting creaky, I started getting cranky, and I REALLY needed to run.

So, the wife gave me the kitchen pass tonight, I stayed after work, and made 7 miles in 61 minutes. Felt good, felt great. The first 20 minutes sucked, and then suddenly – running was good.