I finished a half-marathon today:  the Dallas Rock n'Roll.  For any interested, it was smoothly run, albeit crowded, as I imagine any of the Rock'n'Roll events are.  Public transport to and from the event via the DART functioned surprisingly well.  Time was 1:56:27.
I knew my heart, lungs, and muscles would be fine--but I had serious concerns about my knees.  They've been prohibitively painful after just 4 miles, lately.  I'd strengthened them to withstand about 10 miles, before my soccer-related quad injury, which led to a total reboot of the knee pain.  Thirty-one feels older some days than others.
In any event, I took Ibuprofen before the race (I generally do not use it), and the knee pain was never more than an annoyance.  I actually progressively quickened my pace throughout the race.  By about mile 10, when I felt confident that my knees wouldn't betray me, I actually sped up to about a 7:30 minute mile.  The last mile I ran at 7:00. 
I still remember struggling to run 2.5 miles--after regular practice--ten years ago.  I was much younger, then.  I remain curious as to why my running ability has improved so drastically later in life.  I quit running at about 24, then resumed at 27--with much improved results.  Yet, my joints are more painful, now--and if I kick a soccer ball without warming up, I strain my quads.  In most ways, I'm in much better shape.  I weigh less, I can run farther, I have better muscle tone.  But, part of me wishes I'd had a peak period where I'd taken advantage of my youth.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
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