dynamic elf

I'd forgotten how some good morning exercise makes me feel serene for the rest of the day. It was lovely out this morning, and although it was hard to get out of bed, once fanw showed up and I was out the door, the weather was a real treat.

I was still a bit sore from Sunday's jogging and jumping on the crazy stilts -- turns out, that's a hell of a workout. I find that even though I don't think I get the runner's-high endorphin rush that people talk about, I do love the post-workout feeling. I even (especially) love the soreness that comes from a workout that was too hard for me. However, I shouldn't learn to expect that soreness after every workout. I am not THAT much of an exercise masochist, and anyway, that's a surefire route to injury for me at the moment, it seems.

Running is forcing me to be sane. I am finding that if I do too much too quickly, I have asthma-like breathing problems. (Yes, I will be seeing a doctor.) But if I work up slowly, everything feels a lot better. It's a bit frustrating to have lost most of the spring's running training over the summer, but that's just incentive to work back up again and be better.

Ah! Ah, god! I love the feeling of working out on the tail end of soreness! It makes everything smooth.