This is me, flying
Sunday, October 14, 2012
When you're severely hypothyroid, days without any pain are rare. At any moment, muscle soreness, headaches, joint aches, general malaise or similar ailments are our constant companions. It can be pretty well managed with the meds, but since the body isn't a machine and doesn't work the same all the time, the same dose might at times send your heart jittering like a bug and make you feel sluggish and under the weather the next.
Today was a perfect day. NO pain! Even though I trained so hard during the week and had days on which I thought I was a creaky old lady due to being so sore, I persisted in being active EVERY day, and it paid off.
As I was starting to run after warming up, my first thought was "Huh? This is easy!". I ran harder than I had all week, then, during recovery, caught my breath completely. The second set was even better. The trail was flying by under my feet, I even overtook the Grandpa Runner I see every time I run at night for the first time ever (he caught me during my second recovery set and gave me a "You go, girl!", how nice!).
I'm definitely still riding the runner's high, so forgive me if this is a little disjointed.
So, on my route there's a few regulars. There's the Grandpa Runner, who goes for a 15k run every night at 10pm. There's the Super-Fit Architect runner who ever only runs in the most stylish outfit he can find (but who always has a nod for everyone he passes). There's me, Desperately-Gasping Chick. Then there's Sport Student Runner, who doesn't like running but has to do it for his degree (he much prefers biking and playing basketball he told me). There's Soccer Coach Runner, who has been embarrassed about not keeping up with his players and wants to get fit, too. He and I talk for a while during my walking intervals, but I'm faster than he is and usually pull ahead by the time we're halfway through (he asked about my plan, his was "Go as long as you can, walk, repeat", I gave him mine, now he's doing the same intervals). We all flit past each other in varying states of exhaustion, giving a nod in greeting or a friendly word.
It's strange how they're all men except for me. I feel so safe here in this city. I never even questioned being out this late, and my work won't permit anything else. I couldn't ever run in the morning- I'm an absolute night owl, getting up even five minutes earlier than I have to makes me shudder. I love running at night for the crispness of the air, the stillness of nature, the lessening of traffic.
And the people. When they saw me, feeling like flying today, smiling from ear to ear, music pounding in time with my feet, they, too, smiled at me.
I like to think we runners lift each other up, no matter what our level. I like to think that when we see someone flying on that special high, we want to work a little harder so we can join them.
I'm looking forward to getting the same feeling next Sunday, at the end of next week's interval program. Until then, I hope one of the others flying will take me with them.