Yesterday I used a heart rate monitor on my run. After starting it was apparent, I was in the right place. Usually, I have trouble getting my heart rate over a 100, but not today. I was breathing harder, running faster, and holding 120 plus. Yes ! What encouragement! I felt like a young man again being able to have a normal heart rate for this. Not much can take the place of a day when you can feel young again. At this age, I should pursue days like that. Like God told Joshua in the book of the same name: (paraphrase) "I know you are old and stricken in years, but I still have work for you to do. You ain't through till I say you are." Yeah, that seems the only reasonable outlook to aging up in a tough sport.
Today, I ate too much cereal that bloated my stomach and I had a long run to do. Nutrition is going to be my downfall if I don't get on top of this. But, it was good training, that is, to keep going on a sour stomach and in the heat, yes, great training for endurance This is not called endurance sports for nothing. And today, I endured and ran in horrid humidity for an hour and 50 minutes. Does it seem obvious I am happy, very happy about this day? Happy? Yes: blessed? Most assuredly.
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