Last October, I ran 32 miles over 2,000 feet of elevation gain and smiled a lot at the finish line. Enjoyed a turkey sub about as much as a human can. Drank 32 oz of watered down OJ and drove four hours home. Maybe popped a Tylenol the following day, but otherwise went back to hiking and chasing kids.
Yesterday, while sitting (propped) on a bed, I became…