I realized about halfway through today that not a single part of my body hurts from last night’s workout. In fact, I feel pretty darn good. My left knee is surprisingly pain-free. My obliques seem to have outsmarted the rusty switchblade jabs.
I’m reading Dean Karnazes’ book, Ultramarathon Man, on the bus right now, and he writes, “If it comes easy, if it doesn’t require extraordinary effort, you’re not pushing hard enough. It’s supposed to hurt like hell.”
Well, OK, Dean. Time to look for a new way to get my ass kicked.
Dev on Running 