I’m in the business of misery

Today’s run got off to an interesting start. Part of my pre-run ritual is to put my post run Nuun into the freezer to make sure it’s extra cold when I finish, as I did this I bumped an open box of hash browns and one fell out. Using my ninja like reflexes I caught the falling chunk of starchy carbs before it hit the floor, but the downside of this little incident was my hand smelled like hash browns for my entire run.

The run did not start well, with my right achilles complaining with every stride. It came right after some stretching but proved to be an omen as it seemed that as soon as one niggle came right, the pain just moved to another part of my body.

Once my achilles came right, my lungs started to really burn, then my ankle acted up, followed by an old knee injury reminding me that it was still there, and finally my achilles put up a final protest.

A great quote that I often think of on runs like this comes from Lance Armstrong who said: “Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” While pain is certainly an indicator of something not quite right, there is a difference between an injury and the body complaining about the increase in activity. My little niggles certainly fall into the latter category.

I went just over a minute slower than Monday but I’m really not worried about that at the moment. In fact, every time my iPod lady told me what my time and pace were I thought to myself, I don’t really care, although I did want to make it home in less than an hour.

And don’t fret over my title, was the best song lyrics I could come up with about busting through the pain. It’s from my current powersong Misery Business by Paramore, one of my favourite bands right now.

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