Old age is brutal...
In Marathon prep, adding miles, doing yoga, biking miles galore etc my body is angry. Between my feet, tripping and falling down like a moron, skinning both knees, adding bruises to my knee caps and hurting my rib (yes, it was a stupid thing to do, but the iPod was safe) and going to the dentist for 2 crowns (of which i still have to go back next week for final fitting because i feared eating some form of Greek cuisine and cracking a tooth and having Fiddler on the Roof do my reconstruction) I am not 100%.
I attribute this to old age and my desire to turn back the clock. Simple.
But I persist. Yoga is painful and I am not getting the full benefit, running is stressed due to the foot fracture... And my ego is bruised because I refuse to slow down...
At this rate, if I live to see the Marathon, it might turn into a 10K, or succession of 10K’s or I will repeat history when crossing the finish line.
I need Advil.