A few guys from work run and bike together regularly. Yesterday one of them invited me to go with them on tonight's run along the Bonneville Shoreline Trail.
"Sure", I said, "but don't expect me to keep up."
"Hey, we're just out to have fun."
So along I went. About 30 seconds into the run, they were out of view and I was panting so heavily I actually thought I was being followed by an asthmatic cocker spaniel. I pressed on.
Near the top of the trail is a spectacular lookout of the Salt Lake Valley. I waited there for a few minutes fully expecting the rest of the group to come roaring past me the other direction any minute. When they didn't come right back I figured I must have been keeping a decent pace though I still couldn't see them ahead of me on the trail. Again, I pushed myself to continue.
Ten minutes later, I finally met up with the group again. I turned and followed them back down the trail the way I had just come. This time, I did a better job keeping up.
At the bottom though, I was beat. My head is still spinning and my lungs burn. It feels unfamiliar but I'm told this is how you feel when you actually use your lungs to inhale and exhale to capacity. I vaguely remember the feeling from middle school gym class.
They tell me I'm welcome to come with them any time the go out. Perhaps I'll take them up on it and bust this tired old body back into shape.
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