Bachman Lake Trail.
Okay, I get it. I’m not 26. I’m 66. My body isn’t as resilient as it once was. This morning, instead of running Bachman, I walked the 3.16 miles around it and, at the end of the circuit, was nursing a sore knee and hip. To be sure, these aren’t injuries. But they’re definitely warning signs to rest and have compassion for this old body as I pursue excellence and better health with all the diligence, perseverance, and passion I can muster.
So, today was my way of slowing down just a bit, easing back on the throttle, heading into the pits for a change of tires and refueling. I’m also practicing my clichés.
While writing this post, I’ve made an executive decision: I’m taking off tomorrow to sleep in, rest, and fast. I’ve fasted a couple times since starting my training and I’m feeling some benefit from it. I might just keep it as a permanent part of my regimen. Intermittent fasting is difficult for me because I do love me some food but I definitely feel lighter and more energetic and clearheaded when I fast.
That’s all I got. More Monday or Tuesday, or as events warrant writing about them.