Healthy Living
Posted on Tuesday, January 29, 2008I went for a run tonight: the first time in ages. I forgot how exhilarating it is to head out on the open road, to feel your muscles flex and release, tighten and relax, powering along, every sinew and nerve-end taut and screaming to be driven hard as you draw that life-giving air deep inside you and savour its cold bite on your lungs. To feel really alive.
No.
That’s a lie. It nearly killed me.
It started with the visit to that bastard doctor and, being me, I can’t not do what I said I would, so here I am out running, at my hour of life. It’s pathetic, I know. I know, all right? I know, but it was always going to happen, and it would have happened sooner if the first week of the year hadn’t been completely fucked up by being sick. By getting so sick, in fact, that I couldn’t even go to the annual New Year party in my pub of choice and ended up seeing my local quack for drugs and bullshit talk. Bastard.
Oh, I’ll stick with it, a little bit at a time until eventually I’ll be running at least a hundred yards without throwing up. It’ll be great and everyone will see how lean I’m looking these days.
They’ll nudge each other and say, Jesus, look at Bock. Is he … you know … sick?
Stumble it!
January 30th, 2008
Aw Bock I so believe your first paragraph! I bet you loved it! The endorphins……woohoo
January 30th, 2008
Keep on going, hun. It’ll be crappy at first but one day you’ll feel better than worse for it. Good on ya!
January 30th, 2008
Are you running a lá Paula Radcliffe, with that peculiar stabbing motion and the so pained expression? Or maybe you’re more a loping Kip Kano, devouring up the miles, or an Eamon Coughlin, waving and smiling, or Lasse Artturi Virén, first of the blood dopers, who doped before doping was a bad thing.
First the kitchen, now the running, what next, politics ?
January 30th, 2008
Sniffle: None of the above. I’m a gasping, agonised unfit bastard staggering around in the dark so that nobody recognises me.
January 30th, 2008
Go on ya boy ya!