Yesterday, I set out to complete my second run since arriving here a little over a week ago. Now I'm not an olympic athlete or anything but I was training for the Marine Corps Marathon right before I took this job and left. I was probably at about 18 miles, give or take. So, yes, I was feeling a little bit cocky or in the very least confident that for my SECOND run (I'm not even going to talk about the first one...if you could call it that), I was going to rock it out. Not only was I going to run faster than last time, but I was going to do 2 laps around the park that I live right across from (I'm guessing it's roughly 2-2.5 miles around).
Well if you haven't already guessed, I was sorely mistaken. I started off a bit faster than last time and actually felt pretty good at first. And then, friends, things went rapidly down hill from there.
Within approximately 7 minutes I'm pretty sure every one of my body systems was beginning to break down. My lungs felt like they were on fire, my muscles were aching like I'd been running for an hour and (and this is a new one for me) my jaw was hurting. My JAW. Why my jaw was hurting from a lack of oxygen is beyond me but trust me, it was not pleasant. In sum, I felt as if I was exerting all of my energy only to be resisted by the huge hand of the Angry Oxygen God who most definitely was probably laughing uproariously.
This is probably why there's no oxygen.
So I finished my lap feeling defeated (it wasn't the quite triumphant finish I had in mind), surrendered to the aforementioned Oxygen God, and then obviously had a drink. For which excessive amounts of oxygen are not required. Thank god.
Lesson Learned.
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